"So far, it looks just like any other low-budget carnival attraction," said Vertigo, into his pocket tape recorder.  He glanced around himself, making his way through the maze of mirrors.  There were the usual ones--the glass distorted in such a way as to make him look like an impossibly tall, incredibly thin beanpole with big feet, or short and squat, or with a ludicrously big head, presumably in a way that someone, somewhere, found to be humorous.<br/><br/>He paused for a minute, and held up the tape recorder, listening intently for sounds on the cusp of hearing.<br/><br/>Nothing.<br/><br/>"There doesn't appear to be any spectral presence here at all yet," he said, pushing his way around a door to come face to face with a replica of himself.  Surprised at first, he smirked, and watched his reflection smirk back.<br/><br/>"So far, I have to say, supremely disappointing."