Chris looked in the mirror. He was in the hallway. He was looking for his friend's room when he saw... himself.
He looked at his eyes. Those eyes of his that were coloured like barf.
He looked at his hair. Wait, he didn't have any.
And, that was it. He was about to walk away when he saw a tiny bump on the mirror. It was a tiny doorknob! He turned it and opened the door. He walked through the darkness...
Into the supply closet.