Well, I recently knocked another lock off my mind, and this time revealed an old memory, an actually important one. From the therapy sessions. Apparantly, when we were being forced intergrated, I locked my alters in different things. Such as Frank in the clock, which explains his obsession with the clock. And yes, this is the very reason I'm bothered by who I see in the mirror. Cuz I'm not looking at myself, I'm looking ...