"Right okay. I am imagining a weak and utterly harmless wedgie. This is the worst I can possibly think up. Like it's downright pathetic how terrible hypothetical future you is at giving wedgies."

John takes a few more steps into the maze, walking up to one of the mirrors and examining it.

"It'll be fine!" He raises a hand and wiggles his fingers. His reflection does the same. As do his reflections from about ten different angles.

Save for one.

There's one to John's left, just a little bit behind him and therefore in his blindspot, that does something different. For a brief moment it almost looked like it glanced over at Dave and grinned.

But in the time it takes a person to blink, the reflection is normal again, eyes forward and fingers wiggling.