Fright night;
[There was a chilling sight in the mirror maze, though perhaps not so unexpected for a carnival setting -- a skeleton, rattling slowly through the mirrored corridors, his skull a macabre mask of death. Fog rose up from the maze floor, lending him a positively ghostly air.

Those who were deeper in the maze might not yet have caught sight of him -- but doubtless they could hear a ghostly voice raised in somber song.]

♫ Yohohoho... yohohoho... ♫

All skin and bones;
[As Brook continued through the maze, however, the images in the mirror began to change. At first, it was grotesqueries that leered back at him: distorted death's heads, ghoulishly grinning. Gradually, however, the faces that were reflected back in the mirror became that of a living man, with thick hair, sunglasses... a man that might have been Brook, if he still had flesh on his bones.]

Why, it's me! Look how much hair I had!

[There was a note of wonder to his voice, the tone of a man in the start of a thrall.]

Ah, that brings back memories. It's enough to make an old man cry.

...although I don't have tear ducts! Yo ho ho!