A Place no one believes...I was flying. I couldn't feel my feet on the ground. I was only vaguely aware that my legs were moving. I did not breathe. My lungs wanted me to. But I did not. Maybe these things wouldn't have started to bother me as much if my name wasn't Mirror. Maybe that weekend should have been different. But it wasn't. And now I have to deal with...this. Words, numbers, symbols weave in and out of my mind. Memories. Of things that shouldn't have happened and things that I couldn't explain. Like ghosts and visions, cryptic writings and symbols-on the walls, the tiles, my skin. The keystone-I just remembered. I shouldn't have had it on my forehead when I fell asleep. The dreams I had... those were not as friendly as the dreams I normally have. The right side of my face has started to go numb again. Every once in a while I see the triangle-he almost taunts me with his strange games and riddles. I've become distracted. Everybody loves magic when they think it's pretend, but "real magic just fre