Though your terror and panic, you realize that your only hope of holding on to your humanity is to escape! You look at your relection again, then in a rage, grab
hold of the mirror! It's fastened firmly to the wall, but still you stubbornly pull. From somewhere you get a sudden burst of strength and with a crash, both the mirror
and part of the wall tear loose. Quickly you carefully squeeze through the jagged opening you created. You leave you pants behind, but right now that's the least of
your worries. And besides, they would no longer fit anyway.
Looking around, you see you're in a hallway. Is this another part of the "funhouse" or some kind of backstage area? Picking a direction you hurry along, although
walking is starting to become awkward. You have got to escape from this insanity! Maybe if you get out of the building, you'll change back to normal. Yes, that's it.
That's got to be it! Turning a corner...