He's doing okay in the maze, sort of. He's getting sick of his reflection making faces at him and trying to pick a fight. He knows that breaking a mirror is seven years of bad luck. He's seen and done too much to not think that it could actually happen just like that. It's more annoying than anything else, specially when the reflection takes on the form of his cursed body.

He turns around a corner and his heart...stops. Cat. Shit. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Maybe if he turns the other way and goes quickly, the cat won't notice him. He can feel a cold sweat starting down his back.

Just...back away slowly. He keeps an eye on the cat and he's sort of not noticed that the red haired version of him in the mirror is right there, for everyone to see.