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Ch. 2 – Exploring

We went through boxes of stuff, not disturbing things that belonged to Kendall's parents, but finding interesting items all the time. There were old records ((for those of you who don't know what a record is, my explanation: a large vinyl CD)), boxes of clothes, and some stuffed animals. Kendie's kitten, Angel, joined us and provided many laughs pouncing on mothballs and other small objects. She liked attacking the legs of our jeans and pawing at dust bunnies.

"Sam, where are you?" I called. She had disappeared somewhere amid the mess of boxes. ((Did I say mess? I meant piles.))

"Back here," I heard her say.

"Where exactly?" I needed definite locations down here.

"Along the back wall."

I rolled my eyes. Descriptive, she isn't. I waded among the piles and found a stretch of blank wall.

"Whatcha find? Anything cool?" I asked, coming slowly toward her.

"You decide." She gestured at the wall in front of her, just as Kendall and Kayla fought their way over to us.

A full-length mirror ran from floor to ceiling. Trimmed with gold, it was a bit dusty, but that was easily fixed. Kayla grabbed a rag and hurriedly wiped it down. The glass seemed to sparkle.

"Wow, it's pretty." (Kayla.) "Hey, it's almost like… Do you think we could actually –?"

"No way, Kayla. No flippin' way." (Me.)

"Why not? We could at least try it, see if it moves at all."

"What are you talking about anyway?" Sam interrupted us.

I gave her a pitying look. "You've got to read Leroux's novel."

I expected her to roll her eyes at me, but they widened eagerly. ((She has, after all, seen the movie.)) Even more surprising, she echoed Kayla: "Yeah, why not?"

I looked at them as if they were retarded. "Hel-lo! First of all, school, second, homework, and third, how would we get back?"

Kayla stared back at me. "Answers: screw school, equals no homework, and the mirror. Duh."

I gave her a very dirty look indeed.

"Well," Kendall interjected, "We've got to work and everything too, though…"

Sam spoke up first. "Couldn't we go through to check it out, then come right back? That is," she eyed the glass, "if it even opens at all."

"I still say it's just an old mirror my parents put up," said Kendall, fingering the edge. "Kayla, don't you think this is going a bit far? I mean, you've been on this Phantom kick since Mother's Day of last year."

"Oh, give me a break. Gerard Butler is the hottest guy to wear a mask since the '90s and Zorro," she said. "Come tothink of it,since now and Zorro. Anyway, I'm gonna stay here till you let me check it out."

"Fine," I sighed. "Do your thing, Mirror-Master." ((Where did that come from?))

"Awesome! I love you guys!" She raced off back through the clutter of boxes.

"What are you doing?" Sam demanded. Kayla dived into her Bag of All Things Phantom and retrieved Leroux's novel. "Ree-search," she said airily, waving the book and imitating Jackie Chan Adventures.

"Okay, it says we need to lean on it and push sideways," she read, skimming through the pages.

Nothing happened.

"Other ideas?" Sam was so impatient.

"Hon, chill. She's working on it." I tried my best to placate her and gave Kayla a look that said 'Hurry up. Now.'

"Okay, here we go… Kendall, try the 'Angel of Music' intro again, would you please?"

"Sure thing." She ran to get the violin.

We leaned against the glass as she played a beautiful ((sorry, I think it's really pretty)) four measures. Surprisingly (to me anyway), the mirror slid open.

"You go, girl," I said appreciatively.

Sam leaned past me to peer into the passage.

"So, who wants to go down the creepy-tunnel-behind-the-dressing-room-mirror first?"

"Sam, you've been watching way too much National Treasure. Shut up."

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