"This is Mr. Jackie Rhoades, age thirty-four, and where some men leave a mark of their lives as a record of their fragmentary existence on earth, this man leaves a blot, a dirty, discolored blemish to document a cheap and undistinguished sojourn amongst his betters. What you're about to watch in this room is a strange and mortal combat between a man and himself, for in just a moment Mr. Jackie Rhoades, whose life has been given over to fighting adversaries, will find his most formidable opponent in a cheap hotel room that is in reality the outskirts of the Twilight Zone."
Jackie is ordered by George, a gangster, to kill the owner of a bar, at two a.m. Jackie doesn't have the backbone to refuse George, but if he kills the bar owner he'll definitely get caught. Looking for a match, he sees his reflection in the mirror is already smoking a lit cigarette. The reflection is a different Jackie, intelligent, self-assured and strong. It's the man Jackie could have been. And it wants out, to take over before it's too late. Jackie runs out the door, but is confronted by the image in all the mirrors. Later, George arrives to take care of Jackie, who didn't do the job. But Jackie tells him he's resigning and beats him up. The old Jackie is in the mirror, and Mr. John Rhoades is checking out."Exit Mr. John Rhoades, formerly a reflection in a mirror, a fragment of someone else's conscience, a wishful thinker made out of glass, but now made out of flesh and on his way to join the company of men. Mr. John Rhoades, with one foot through the door and one foot out - of the Twilight Zone."