Watari's smile receded. "What kind of incident?"he asked,his brow becoming slightly crumpled,his proud expression replaced with a look of curiosity. B remained expressionless and without motion. After a few moments pause, he began to slowly turn his head, keeping eye contact with Watari for as long as he could before his body too started to turn. He stood for a second at the top of the staircase, still hunched, his hands remaining in his pockets. He was standing in the middle of the first floor hallway, to the left was his room which was situated at the very end, and to the right was A's room, also at the far end of the hallway. Lifting up the front of his feet, he spun slowly to the right on his heels and took a step towards A's room. In doing so he revealed the bottom of his foot, which was black with dirt, due to his habit of sliding he's feet across the floor. B wasn't dragging his feet now, but instead taking small, careful steps, followed by Watari who had now made his way up the staircase.

The hallway was almost silent, as they drew closer to A's room, only the creaking of floorboards under Watari's shoes could be heard, B moved silently, like a ghost. He came to a slow halt a few inches away from A's door. He turned to his right, again on the heels of his feet, his back now facing to the wooden wall next to the doorframe. He let himself fall against the wall, and his back hit the wood causing a quieter thud than Watari had anticipated. He slumped down against the wall and kept his eyes looking directly ahead, at the Mirror which faced A's door. "In there" he said blankly, without twisting his head to look at Watari. Watari, now with a slightly worried expression etched upon his face, skipped a reply and moved towards A's door, crossing B's line of vision and locking eyes with him for a split second. In that fleeting moment, it was as though B was looking beyond Watari, beyond the mirror, beyond everything.

Watari knocked gently, hesitantly, on A's door and listened for a reply. Silence. He knocked again, this time more firmly and quickly, it was evident that he was becoming more anxious with every passing moment. "A?" he called. Nothing. "Is everything alright?". Still,nothing but silence. He shot an anxious look at B, who was still looking beyond the mirror. Watari swallowed hard. He took a deep breath and swiftly raised his hand to the door nob and pushed the door open, almost in one fluent motion. He froze. His hand remained on the handle, it was cold and newly polished, reflecting the hallway light, in contrast to B's sticky, jam stained handle. B could see the inside of A's room, reflected in the mirror opposite the door. Watari was motionless, his head tilted back, looking towards the cealling. The room was immaculate. Everything was polished and in order. Books neatly stacked in the bookshelf, probably in order of author, clothes neatly laid out on the end of the bed. Only a single object was out of place. It was a chair that was on its side in the middle of the room, a pair of feet hanging about half a metre above it. In the reflection, B could only see the lower half of A's body, from the stomach down. He was wearing a light blue t-shirt and a pair of jeans, both lacking a single crease. He wore black trainers, which looked brand new, not a speck of mud upon them. B pushed himself from the wall and stared at the scene in the mirror for a couple of seconds longer. He then turned to the right, on his heels as always and slowly made his way to his room, he's feet shuffling across the floor.