Walking back over to the dresser, she ran her torch light over it from top to bottom. Her eyes locked on something on the floor. It was a hinge. Willow knelt down and felt the cold metal with her fingers before tracing the outline of what appeared to be a trap door. Her mouth went dry with excitement but then she noticed that it was half covered by the dresser. Straightening back up, she placed her torch on the floor and braced her body to push it backwards. It was reasonably heavy but Willow eventually managed to move it out of her way. She knelt back down on the floor and reached for its small round handle. She slowly lifted it back and her eyes hastily fell on what was inside the small shallow cavity. At first, Willow was disappointed by what she saw, a small package wrapped in white lace material, but soon she began to wonder why someone would bother to hide what ever it was in a trap door in the first place. It had to be important. She bent down and picked up the grubby parcel, wary to be gentle in case it was breakable. She gradually unwrapped it, only to find herself holding a small piece of reflective glass. It was from the mirror.
She stood up and walked over to it. Now that she looked more closely, she could see the missing section in the top right hand corner. It was exactly the same size and shape as the piece she held in her hands. Willow shifted her gaze from her hand to the mirror suspiciously. Why would someone purposely chip a piece from their mirror and hide it under the floorboards? She shook her head and moved to place the small portion back where it belonged. Just as she pressed it in, the mirror began to wobble and suddenly it lit the entire room. Willow blinked, trying to adjust to the unexpected rush of light. When her eyes finally fell on the mirror again, her mouth dropped open with shock. Instead of reflecting her, standing in the dark attic, in her jeans, dark green see-through shirt and light green singlet, the mirror showed a sunny meadow, complete with lush green grass and a forest in the distance. Willow could barely believe her eyes. There was an entire world before her, radiating summer heat and daylight. I'm dreaming right. She pinched herself. "Ow!" Ok, not right. What the hell is going on?
Her thoughts buzzed with hundreds of questions and nothing at the same time. She already knew what was to be done now. Willow lifted her hand and edged it cautiously towards the glass. She was expecting to feel the cool smooth surface but instead she felt nothing. She watched in disbelief as her hand went straight through to the other side. There was only one decision left. Whether or not to go over with the risk of not being able to get back. She'd seen this before, in movies. People cross into another world and then they can't find a way to get home. Wait a minute...What am I saying? Movies? This isn't a movie...but, then again, what am I seeing? I have to do this. I know I'll never rest until I do it. I'm going, I'm going, I'm going. Come on, what's there to lose? I'm pretty much miserable here anyway. And besides, it's not like I can stop myself. Curiosity killed the cat. And I'm the cat.
Willow took a deep breath and shook her head. With one smooth motion she stepped forward through the mirror only to find nothing at the base of her feet. She fell abruptly downwards hitting the warm grass with a thud. She lifted her face and looked back over her shoulder. The mirror was gone. There was only sky and meadows. Oh boy. Willow slowly moved herself into a sitting position. She began scanning the area for any signs of life. She could see a forest to her left and a small well to her right. Other than that, she was surrounded by hilly farming land. Willow suddenly felt an onset of nausea. Where am I? How did I get here? The mirror... it... wait, that can't be... Willow was panicking. Her breathing was getting faster with each passing second and then, all her thought processes stopped and suddenly, everything grew blurry before turning black.