Through the Looking Glass

“Careful with that!” Frank scolded. “You could vaporize us both, or something freaky like that.”

Jeff scowled at him, but thankfully seemed a little more apprehensive of the tall mirror they were carrying. Step by step, groan by groan, they moved the old and dusted thing out of the old house.

Fortunately, they’d parked the UNIT truck close by, so they didn’t have to carry the mirror far. It was a hot summer day though, and even the small amount of carrying they had done was enough to irritate both of them.

“If these things are so dangerous, why do they send us here alone?” Jeff demanded irritably. “We should have a dozen soldiers with us.”

“UNIT doesn’t exactly have infinite funding, now does it?” Frank retorted. “Anyway, there’s probably nothing special about this thing. A few odd reports were filed, is all. Probably neighbors hearing stray cats or something.”

Jeff nodded his head, but still looked concerned.