I hear a noise upstairs coming from the attic. It's quiet; it's subtle. I continue to stare and the noise picks up speed. It grows louder and louder. I watch as the reflection begins to show a different face. She begins to look around with curious eyes. The noise increases its presence; pounding rapidly. The reflection looks me dead in the eyes and I freeze. With a stern, impatient tone she says, "What are you waiting for?"