[ The shadows morphing and jeering at him is enough to almost make Onni lash out in further anger, before shock sets in and, finally, after a moment, recognition. A number of memories suddenly blinking back into existence and knotting themselves together as Onni's anger goes from the roiling fury to that almost tranquil state of understanding that your fury is altogether justified. ]

Sullivan! It's about time you found a way to pull yourself out of whatever hole you got dragged into this time! Here I was wondering why there wasn't a chorus of jeers as I put on a performance of a lifetime! I see you got bored of the old body while waiting for a way out, too.

[ Despite the barbs, there is a hint of sympathy. Yes, Sullivan, he did miss you. He's just having a considerable lapse of sanity at the moment.

Nevertheless, he stares at the world and the distortions in his vision. Nothing feels quite real, and he's not really thinking about it, but your hands are reached out by his, as if he could phase through the mirror and grab you. And he just well might.

He responds to the call, completely off-cadence but perfectly in tune.]

COME! Let us mix where Rockefellers walk with sticks or umbrellas in their mitts!