Just as Wrathion issues his warning, Clara reaches out to touch the glass, leaning in to study her warped reflection more closely. Before he can finish his sentence she's grabbed first, slammed face first into the wall, before she's pushed backward, feeling the muck on the floor seep into her clothes as hands press her down.

Not like him, not like him.

It's taunting her, she knows exactly what her reflection is telling her even though she's dazed from the hit to the wall. There's more screaming, and she tries to wrest her way out from beneath her doppelganger.