Prologue:

Jenny woke up in the theatre with a sheet draped over her body and a small pillow beneath her head. Cline and Hath Gable leaned over her with bewildered expressions.

"Hello boys," she said as she smiled.

They looked relieved for a moment, but then Jenny jumped up and ran to the spaceship. She was awake and alive now, and she didn't want to miss any of the adventure. Time to see new worlds! The spaceship was sure to have a spare shuttle she could borrow.

Sure enough, the shuttle door was right in front of her, next to the comm. Hurried footsteps echoed behind her as she opened the door and climbed inside. The shuttle wasn't very big. Only two or three people could be seated comfortably, but it was just fine for her. She checked the fuel gauge and smiled as she saw it was nearly full.

"Perfect," she thought. "Time for take off."

"Jenny, what are you doing?" Cline's voice said over the comm. "Come

back."

"Sorry, can't stop," Jenny replied. She flicked a few switches on the control panel. "What're you going to do - tell my dad?"

"But where are you going?"

"Oh, I've got the whole universe! Planets to save, civilizations to rescue, creatures to defeat… and an awful lot of running to do."

Chapter One:

A minimalistic structure stood alone by a jagged cliff face above the sea. The cement foundation was cracked and crumbled around the edges. It was built on the ruins of an even older structure that had been underground until the topsoil wore away. Now it was the 61st century, and the city that had once been around it had migrated miles away from the original location. This old laboratory was all that was left of downtown Caerdid.

Jenny stepped out of her space shuttle, entirely unaware of the building's history, curious as to why it remained while everything else had moved on. It only made sense to have a peek inside.

The first room that she entered was entirely white; the walls, the tile floor, the tables on either side of the door, and the fluorescent lights that

surprisingly still worked. In the hallway was a series of doors on either side, but the door at the very end caught her eye. It was made of steel and had a padlock, but someone had left it ajar.

She wasn't alone, but it didn't bother her in the slightest. After all, you can't have a good adventure without people, can you?

She entered the room cautiously, peering around the door before pushing it open all the way. Ahead of her was a young man, frozen with fear, staring into one of the many floor-length mirrors lining the walls of the room. Jenny stepped forward to get a better look and gasped when she saw what was in the mirror. Instead of the man's reflection, a middle-aged woman's face stared back with the same expression as his.

"What is that?" Jenny asked.

The man turned with a start and swallowed when he saw her. The woman in the mirror copied his movements exactly.

"Er, the uh… mirrors appear to be… haunted," he said slowly. "You're not a ghost, are you?"

"Oh, no," Jenny laughed. "I'm just a curious passerby. What are you doing here?"

"I bought this building from the city a few days ago hoping I could fix it up. Nobody mentioned ghosts."

"I wouldn't jump to the conclusion that those are ghosts if I were you."

The sentence had come out with an ominous tone that she had not intended. The man stepped away from the mirror and the eerie reflection disappeared.

"Sorry," she said with a shake of her head. "I didn't mean to disturb you. My name's Jenny. What's yours?"

"Roland Pryce," he said quickly. "And what do you mean they're not ghosts? Do you know what they are?"

"No, but I intend to find out if you'll let me."

She stepped in front of the mirror and the woman reappeared. Jenny waved her arms and the lady did so too, at the same moment. Everything that she did, movements and expressions, were copied exactly by the reflection of the woman.

"Did you check for cables?" Jenny asked. "It might be computer generated."

"No," Roland admitted. "I didn't think of that."

He approached the mirror hesitantly and ran his fingers along the frame. When his hand reached the bottom it felt something cold and metal.

"It's a box," he said. "Like a hard drive or receiver. If we could find out what it connects to-"

"Maybe it connects to this," Jenny interrupted.

She was looking at a small screen by the door. It had been hidden behind a metal panel that was screwed into the wall.

"What is this thing anyway?"

"Certainly not a computer," Roland said after further inspection. "It's the transmitter. It emits frequencies to the receivers under the mirrors."

"So the reflections are transmitted from here?"

"No. There's no way they can be generated. All this does is operate

machines. They're told what function to perform by the transmitter."

"Then what do the mirrors do?" Jenny wondered aloud.

She looked back at the mirror-lined walls and noticed something strange. Shadows were gradually creeping in around them, but not a single person was in sight. She squinted her eyes and saw that the shadows were actually dark, foggy creatures. They were shaped like humans, but she couldn't make out their features.