at the time that i was at st. john's, dr. kane's therapy for personality disorders consisted of locking the patient up in a mirrored room for several days on end, in order to force him to confront his own image. i spent the darkest days of my life in that room. on the 6th day the nurses found me lifeless, almost dead. since that day, i have never had another fit. but deep down inside i've always known the truth.
there is no cure for schizophrenia, it was something else, mr. carson. and whatever it was, it entered the mirror.
i thought that after fifty years, this would have all gone away. they would have disappeared from the mirrors. i didn't know.  i'm sorry but if i agree to go with you and return to that place, i will make it possible for them to cross the threshold back into the real world.
the consequences of such an act, mr. carson, would be more devastating than letting them suffer where they are now. i'm going to pray for you and your family. that's all i can do right now, mr. carson. god bless you.
if i come with you mr. carson, you have to promise to do everything i tell you. my way. no questions.
from now on, i'm going to close my eyes.
take me to the basement, to the mirror room. it has to stop where it began.
mr. carson, no matter what happens in there, i want you to do as i say and make sure i never get out of this place.
they are waiting for me.
you stay outside.