Sarah walked outside; she stood on her balcony and enjoyed the feel of the cool night air. The publishers were bugging her for more books and they wanted to make a movie out of her stories. No matter how much they offered, she did not want to make a movie, they would never be able to capture him or the magic of the Underground. It could be captured only in the imagination of those who feel in love with her stories and understood them.
It was odd how the stories just seemed to pour out of her, she wrote about her trip through the labyrinth and the fan ate it up. So she wrote more, it wasn't hard to come up with stories, the Underground was full of magic and she loved it. It seemed so real and part of her knew it was, but it was also beyond her reach.
That night was not the last time she had called upon her friends, she used their stories as well. She didn't have her original vanity, but she still had the same mirror. The original vanity did not fit the feel of her new style, so she found an antique vanity with a broken mirror. Her old mirror was a little too small, but she filled in the extra space with red velvet.
When her friends visited her they said it reminded them of something that she would have had. When Sarah asked who "she" was they went quiet. There were lots that Sarah wished to know about the Underground that they would tell her. It had been a couple years since they had last come that was also around the time that she found her mysterious antique mirror.
Thinking of the mirror, she walked over to it and touched her reflection and much to her surprise her fingers seemed to sink in. She quickly pulled her hand away and just stared at the mirror in shock, it was magic. This was her chance, it had to be. Sarah held her breath and stepped through the mirror and felt her feet come in contact with a cold stone floor.