There is a hole in the wall. I don’t always see it, blinded by the sunlight from the window, but when you move, the light moving with you, I see that the hole is there – behind you, hidden, in the wall. For what it’s worth; do you see it, too?
Falls through lake, exits through mirror.
In precisely three hours, at two in the morning on the 6th of January, he would no longer be the person that he had been his whole life – and maybe, the voice said in his ear, that wouldn’t be such a bad thing, what with the amount of blood he had on his hands.