It's been broken as long as I've had it. ANNA Sit down. Let me put the ice on your toe before it swells. Don't yell at me. I won't answer until you calm down.
Broken mirrors are bad luck.
I'm being fucking serious here, Anna. Anna simply stares at her husband for a moment, then drops the bag of ice on the floor. Rory does nothing for a good sixty seconds, then hobbles over to the bathroom door. He tries the handle, but it's locked. He knocks, softly, but there's no answer.