Brogg: Ok, as far as I see it (which isn't that far), I think that this big mirror is our ticket out of here, huh?

I am going to keep that little poem. -I'll put it in my book of Carl Ffleudenssen's poetry.

Maybe that silver stuff is put on the mirror. Any thoughts? I don't want to waste it.

Anyway, I go back down to the cellar and touch the mirror.  ¶ 9:28 PM