his hands reach out for it , and i know he knows whats going to happen as he takes it , but he has no choice , and even as he touches it , i can see his hands turn to dust and his eyes turn to flame , as his body dissolves through the power of some force that i dont understand , and all i hear is one last cry as finally he disappears and im left holding the mirror , burning hot but blacker than ever , as the walls crumble and cave in and im faced with two masked men , in militaristic uniform , pointing rifles at me .