Back to Anna, later in the day

Around nine in the evening, Anna finished her pizza she had delivered. She didn't manage to unpack her cooking utensils, and figured she'd cheat her diet for at least today. She had an interesting time talking to the neighbourhood, though after her first neighbour that she visited, they all seemed normal by comparison, though they did look around nervously on occasion while she was with them.

For some reason, Anna felt suddenly tired, with no explanation, instant exhaustion. Since she felt tired, she wandered off hazily towards her new bedroom, where her mattress laid, coverless. She fell face-first into it, instantly taking the train to slumberville.

Meanwhile, in the Mistress' estate, Susan is waving her hands over the doll humming a cutesy tune, which is laid on the desk in front of Susan's vanity, eyes closed face-first. The vanity desk itself is a horrible thing to look at, twisted wood, looking like the physical embodiment of the sound of creaking, holes in the warped wood looking like eye sockets, drawers with silver handles the shape of skulls with rings in their teeth. The glass was even worse. What should reflect Susan is instead a writhing mass of black, like worms pushed against a glass wall. Over the surface, one could see the image of Anna, suspended as if standing before it, but quite comatose. Susan looks on at the image at the mirror, but continues her humming and tantric hand-waving.

Susan reaches over to one of the side-drawers and opens it, the drawer making a drawn out crunching as it pulls out eerily smooth. She reaches in and pulls out a needle and a spool of glowing pink thread and places them on the surface. after threading the bone needle, she reaches forward at the mirror. "Eww, I always hate this part, it's so squirmy-feeling..." Susan says, and her hand warps through the mirror, poking the needle through the image of Anna reflection's forehead, and drawing it back out. Susan shudders for a second and goes back to work, threading the needle into the small of the doll's back, and pushing all the way in. The needle fades, leaving only the thread connecting the reflection and doll together. Then a tinkle is heard as the thick needle drops through the doll and onto the desk. Susan made a happy squeal. "Eeee~ It took! it usually takes more tries to do this, maybe she's weaker-willed than I thought."

Susan pulls the needle out from under the doll and drops it into the drawer, then reaches her hand around the taut string that connects mirror to doll. Then, with a firm yank, the reflection is pulled through the glass, the thread reeling into the doll and pulling the ghostly image with it, sucking in as easily a ball of lint to a vacuum.

Susan picks up the doll and whispers to herself sinisterly, "We're going to have sooo much perverted fun tomorrow, aren't we, my new dolly? Eeheeheehee!"

The glass no longer wiggles, and returns to a black mirror surface, revealing the reflection of the room. In said reflection, in Susan's place, is an older doll-like woman, wearing an upscaled version of her dress, cackling madly to herself, holding the doll of Anna in her slender hands.