Mirage stared at her reflection in the mirror. Searching for the answer to her question in the recesses of her green eyes, she tightly clutched onto the black marble sink .What now?

Buddy was dead. Or at least that's what they told her. She hadn't quite loved him, but it was very close. The strongest remorse she felt was towards the shredding of her delusions of power. She was so close to having the life she always wanted. She was so close to satisfying her thirst that she could feel the cool water of success running down her throat. But, alas, her miscalculations had gotten her into a predicament. It seems as though she was working for the wrong side this time. She thought… well, she didn't really know what she was thinking.

Mirage slid her eyes closed and breathed deeply. She remembered the way Mr. Incredible held her in his arms. She felt his strong limbs cradling her body with gentleness. And for a few seconds she felt safe. She wanted to feel safe again. Mirage slowly reopened her eyes, the feeling of safety quickly fading.

She didn't know how, but Mirage was going to recover that feeling of safety. Agent Dicker wouldn't let her anywhere near the Parrs. He was still irritated by the fact that he had to let her go. What did he expect? She was Mirage. Unattainable.