The boy crouched in the lightless, windowless bathroom as his bladder ached for release. He scrunched his eyelids tight as he silently counted his steps to the commode and finally sighed as his bare toe found the cool, damp porcelain of the bowl. He carefully raised the lid and quietly sat. With practiced aim he released his urine against the inside of the bowl and not directly into the water. His bladder empty, the boy hunched low and eyed the darkened doorway. As his eyes adjusted, he sensed them searching, hungry and malicious, on the other side of the mirror.