female voice said from over her shoulder. Oh my God. That’s exactly what the old man said to you in the airport. How the fuck could she know that? She must’ve been in there, right behind you and followed you out. It has to be that woman who followed you into the garage. Dr. Strobel let her eyes drift back up to the mirror and saw the face was closer. She immediately looked away. Were those scars on her face? What the fuck is wrong with her mouth? Was that blood?
