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Chapter 2: The Porthole
The credits started rolling and she groggily got up and turned off the TV. That movie was one of Disney's masterpieces. Too bad Jim isn't real, he's really eye candy, she thought as she went to her bathroom to brush her teeth. She flicked on the light and went to the sink. She took a quick glance at the floor length mirror and the light flicked off. That's funny... she thought as she moved toward the light switch. Wait a sec, what the Sam Hill is wrong with the mirror? It was glowing with a strange, iridescent green light. She stepped toward the mirror and it opened up into a hole, no taller than herself. She could see a light at the far end of it. Without thinking she stepped through the mirror into the darkness. When she stepped out she was in some sort of hallway, bathed in iridescent green. Suddenly the light disappeared.
"Hey! What the---?!" She murmured something in Spanish that she'd heard Lucinda, the maid, say when she was annoyed. She turned toward the porthole. It was gone! She pounded on the wall and began muttering in Russian.
"Excuse me? Do you need a room?'' a slightly familiar voice called. Without thinking she spun around, her body in a defensive position. A young man, a little bit older than herself, dressed in what looked like an air force uniform was heading toward her. Drat! How am I gonna explain this? As he got closer to her, his face become slightly familiar, but she still couldn't place him.
"Did you hear me?''
That's funny, She thought vaguely, In the faint light he looks exactly like... She didn't bother to finish the thought, it couldn't be. It was impossible!
" I"m Jim."
"NO, YOU'RE NOT!"
"What do you mean?" He looked at her with questions in his Prussian blue eyes.
"YOU ARE NOT JIM HAWKINS!"
"How do you know my last name and why don't you think I'm me?" He asked, his voice soft. He took a step towards her and she backed into a wall. She looked at the wall incredulously as if she didn't believe it was there.
"Why am I not who I say I am?" He asked again.
"I...I...You're not kidding are you?'' The despair in her voice startled him.
"Um, no.''
"Nonononononononononono! You can't be! You're a FICTIONAL CHARACTER! You're a figment of Robert Louis Stevenson's imagination! YOU'RE NOT REAL!" She was shrieking now, but she didn't care. It was just a dream anyway. She'd wake up soon in her nice warm bed and all this would just be a fading memory.
"Are you feeling okay?'' He asked, reached out and layed a hand on her arm. She stared at it as if it were a snake or a spider of something before shaking it off in horror.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" she screamed, "Don't you get it? You're not real! And yes, for being stuck in Disneyland without any notice whatsoever, I AM JUST FINE!" She began to massage her temple, trying to figure out what was happening to her.
"Okay, um....Are you sure you don't want a room or something?''
She was about to retort sharply when another figure entered the hallway.
"Jim? What's going on down here? I swear, it's a good thing we don't have any costumers tonight or I'd---" She was cut off by Zandra's screams before lapsing into unconsciousness.
"JIM!" His mother pointed at the falling girl. He caught her before she hit the floor. He carried her with ease to the empty room next to his and laid her down on the bed with unnecessary tenderness. She had looked so...pathetic. So terrified. Incredibly unsure, yet very forceful. The confused faces she'd made, the fear in her eyes...For some reason, she had made his heart hurt.
