[But the reflection merely ripples, never fades. The little boy continues to cry and scrub even as the blood pulls up to his waist, thick and heavy.
And then there is bubbles, one, two, then more. The boy is confused at first, blindly flinging his head around as he tries to figure out what is going on. He stands up, stepping back, but in his blindness tripping over nothing and crashing back into the red liquid that is bubbling up to meet him.