"Hey, look, if it makes you feel better, watch this." Dante snapped his fingers. The sound cracked through the void sightly. And right after that, full-length body mirror ornate, and old-fashioned, in design materialized out of nowhere and began to float right infront of Nellie. The frame was black iron twisted into roses and thorns, the glass rippling for a second before it settled, offering a clear view to any that looks at it. Naturally Nellie looked, and her eyes open widely in shocked as she said. "Wait... No way, is this?"
Nellie extended her hands, forward, familiar yes, but familiar enough to accept, or course not, this was not the body she came here with.
The girl staring back wasn't the one who had fallen asleep at the kitchen table in a wet hoodie and ripped jeans.
