Merely an intro. I'm curious to see if anyone would like me to write more before I do...

His fingers lightly glided down the mirror, making smudges against the cool, nearly perfect glass. To one passing by it would appear that he had been ensnared by his own reflection. Those who know him well, however, could see the distant look within his rapidly shifting eyes, focusing and refocusing as though he were looking through himself and into a new world entirely. And he was. Not many were "gifted" with Sight. He felt the mirror slowly heat, melt and bend around his fingertips, beckoning him inside. Small tendrils wound up his fingers and guided the unsuspecting man's hand forward centimeter by centimeter.

Slowly, the mirror thought. It must be slowly.

Suddenly the mirror screeched and hissed, recoiling in agony from the man's fingers. The man jolted back, his eyes focusing back on the world around him. He drew a few shaky breaths and looked down at his trembling hands. He took a few moments to calm them before warily peering back up at the now solid – and quiet – piece of glass. His eyes widened and his face melted into a small smile that tugged one corner higher than the other. He confidently placed his hand against the glass, almost wishing it would once again call to him, though it remained silent. He dropped his forehead gently to the glass, listening to the voices quietly permeating through:

"Daddy! But I saw him! The man! The man in the looking glass!"

"Are we making up stories again, my angel? Come, back to bed."

"He was tall! And he had a large ha…."

The voices slowly dissipated to nothing and the man against the glass shook his head, smiling once more and giving a small chuckle. "Thank you again, Alice," he whispered.