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.

Jahck awoke much later in the morning.  It didn't seem like a lot of sleep.  The dreams were mostly about clouds moving in rapid sequence like those movies that skip over days at a time by showing stop frame speed ups of a horizon.  Jahck saw clear skies then cloudy skies then rain and fog and finally after a few days had passed it would snow again.

Jahck was able to stumble through his place and brush his teeth, fix his hair, use the restroom and get some breakfast in silence.  The events of the night before played in his mind, and he knew that he had to find something else to do today other than go to work, because he couldn't.

If the robot thought anything of the Fool's crazy antics, it said nothing. The journey through the ships corridors, (all octagonal, all well lit), took only a minute or so, and ended in a medium sized hexagonal room with a dark blue floor. "This lift will take you to the crew quarters," the little bot said, Zen's voice sounding a little tinny in the confines of the chamber. There was a feeling of weightlessness, followed by a sensation of rapid movement during which various floors flickered past the the open 'doorway' they'd just come through, followed by a sensation of weightlessness again.