Prologue

Fiona returned to the bathroom and the mirror was in exactly the same condition as she left it just a couple minutes earlier.  The lack of reflection where one should rightly be was unnerving but it seemed somehow reminiscent of the night before, only this time it wasn't the shadows.  Fiona was able to reach up a hand and place it where the reflective surface of the mirror should be and it met with no resistance.   Her fingers passed the threshold that they should have rightly rested upon, confirming that indeed, the mirror had somehow become a portal into another place that looked to be a mirror image of the one she was standing in.

A light cold rain outside of Morgan's Diner had people staying indoors on a Friday evening.  It was April the 5th, less than a month from Fiona's 23rd birthday.  Her co-workers planned on doing something fun this year for her birthday, but it was still too far in advance for that.  The weekend party coming was just an excuse to party.  Party sometimes meant nothing more than music, alcohol, and frolic however.