Ah. The mirror. The wonderful mirror that was. Chance entered the room where the mirror stood, and he smiled at it in a knowing way. He looked behind the mirror and toched a small scorch mark that was underneath the mirror. He almost laughed. This was where, at the beginning of the year, he had tried to get into the mirror with Beezey. That was the first time he had met her. With her feather in her hat.

Chance took a step back and watched the mirror. He was in the room again looking not so fancy in the fancy room. Man, how he wished he could be in that room. He had tried everything to get into it, but it was impossible. He could maybe go ask a professor how to get in, but then, it would take all the fun out of it. What if he were to turn the room that they were in, to look exaclty like the mirror? Would the mirror turn into somewhere not so fancy? Or into a much fancier room?

Oh, the questions!