Will gave Miriam a bit of a '...you kidding?' look, Will walked over to the mirror, rapping on the side twice. In response, one...no, two Wills, identically dressed, hupped their way out of the mirror. Miriam was getting...very little from them, honestly. They weren't brain-dead or anything, but there seemed to be very little going on upstairs. That...was a good sign, maybe? I mean, the Will she was talking to was goal-oriented, but fully functional as a person; he wasn't like these two. That might be worth checking in on, as well, but if Will were fraying, wouldn't all of his, er, copies seem like that?
This mirror stuff was more complicated than she had first thought.
Miriam may not quite be able to put her finger on why the white-overall and white-gloved Wills
looked so familiar, but without a word, the two went to the bed and started schlepping it out of the room.
"Righto," the first Will said, clapping his hands together. "Now, if I remember correctly, one of your objections to
coffin chic is the sense of being enclosed, right? So something spacier would be better?"