Beetlejuice fell to earth in the Neitherworld, and promptly sprained some area of his behind.

"What's goin' on here? I want my trip back to Earth!"

He apparently was in a rage because of the Sandworm-eating and head-shrinking he had received just a few weeks before. The Deetzs were smarter than they seemed…at least, that chick was. Paired with the Maitlands, they proved to be a pretty fearsome group.

But then again…BJ always loved a challenge.

"Don't think this is over! When I get over there, you're gonna wish you never heard my name!"

Lydia was stuffing that awful red dress into a hole in the backyard when Delia stuck her head outside.

"Lydia! Your new bedroom set is here! Come take a look!"

Giving the dress one final shove with her foot, Lydia followed her mother upstairs into the girl's bedroom. A new bureau, bed, and nightstand were in their respective places in the room.

But the crowning charm was a full-length mirror that now stood in the corner. Lydia took one look and tried not to stare.

"Wow, Delia…it's…great." Lydia came forward to admire the silvery surface.

"I know," Delia beamed. "Isn't it? Well, I'll be downstairs cooking supper. You put all your clothes away in your new furniture, and be in the dining room by six thirty, ok?"

"Alright."

Her mother bustled out and Lydia began carting the piles of clothes over to her drawers to replace them.

Beetlejuice flew towards the Roadhouse, a place where he stayed occasionally between jobs, and went up to a room that housed an ancient mirror. Rumor in the Roadhouse was that it could connect with any mirror in the Outerworld that was reflecting the image of a person who knew the ghost looking in.

"That girl knows exactly who I am. I know where her room is… Hey, mirror!"

A sparkle started to glimmer in the very heart of the glass.

"Deetz's. Upper bedroom in the middle of the second floor. You got contact?"

An image began to focus…of a girl busy in her bedroom…

Lydia was so busy putting stuff away that she barely noticed something strange appearing in her mirror. When she caught a glimpse of the shadowy silver becoming dark and opaque, she put the clothes down and walked over to it with a progressing scale of uneasiness rising in her throat.

She ran her fingertips over the cool glass, only to realize that her reflection was almost nonexistent. What was more, a figure was starting to appear through the fog on the other side of the mirror…

Wait, what am I thinking? "Other side of the mirror"? Lydia shook her head, not wanting to think of anything as strange as that quite yet.

But the idea was starting to take form and shape, as well as the image. Kind of large; definitely not her proportions.

"What the…"

The figure was becoming clearer. When it was totally in focus, Lydia fought with all her might to hold back a blood-curdling scream.

"Hey babes."