Crozier accepts the help, holding onto his hands as something to moor him through the dream. He thinks of the apartment - the darkness, the statues, the torn gown on the floor, and the ground softens as it thaws beneath them, then hardens once more as Venice rises up around them.

He opens his eyes to the sight of a second Jonathan Strange drinking from a vial with a dead mouse in it, hands dropping as that duplicate Strange goes wild-eyed and distant.

"You'll run into the mirror next." He can't convey the emotion in the room to Strange though, the grief and anger he feels right along with him.