While Ruth's lifting the mirror, Logan tries to haul himself back under control. As always it's like fighting against something that wants to escape, snapping and snarling its teeth in his soul. He pulls in his claws, takes some deep breaths. Tries to tell himself it's stupid to keep doing this, that he knows better than to scare the kid and trash the room like an animal.

He opens his eyes and looks over at Ruth when she asks her question. The view from the mirror has changed, now it's mostly taken up by her body and the room swinging behind her.

"Just keep turnin'," he says, "so I can see more of the room. Maybe I can see a door or a way out."