[So many mirrors. So many of them. The chill has him on edge, and his footsteps seem too loud as he cautiously approaches. He sees himself standing there for a moment, tired, uncertain, but nothing seems out of place.
He blinks.
A noose is around his neck, tightening slowly, but deliberately. The look on his face is resigned--even anguished. The prosecutor forgets to breathe even as he unconsciously reaches up to touch his throat, transfixed.]