[ wary, as he looks around; he's familiar with this sense of unreality... he wonders if he just hangs around, if Road will show herself. nothing seems familiar at all.
those mirrors though... he steps toward one, looking at it clinically, but one hand is resting on his hammer in its holster. it can't be so bad, he's already seen the worst of his demons, right? there's no fuel left for that fire. ]