"OK, so, uh, as a Grimm cop, have you ever seen anything like this?" Claudia said, making a face.

"Well, I'm about as familiar with strange things as anybody. I don't know much about magic or, whatever it is that got you here, but I have friends who might be able to help. Just let me make a couple calls real quick…" He trailed off, pulling out his phone, which he dialed on.

"Hey, Monroe? Yeah, we have a situation, of sorts."

"Monroe?" Claudia asked in a low voice, looking at Trubel, who nodded.

"Yeah, so, Monroe's a Blutbad. A Wessen. Him and his wife, Rosalee, run a spice shop, and well, they have a lot of books and information about Wessen and magic and stuff." She explained quickly.

"Oh, OK," Claudia nodded.

"Yeah, so, deal is, we have uh, visitors. They just sort of appeared, no reason, and they aren't Wessen. I really don't know what to make of it, I was hoping you and Rosalee might have some idea… Yeah, OK. We'll be on our way…."

He nodded, turning off his phone.

"OK, so," Nick said, smiling, "I guess you'll get to meet them. Oh, except…" Nick trailed off, squinting at the mirror as if he was trying to decide what to do.

"Except?" HG asked, pressing her fingertips to her chin.

"Well, getting you there might pose an issue," Nick replied, shaking his head as he .

"That's just as well," HG said. "I've waited longer in far more restrictive situations."

"Are you sure? Because if you want someone to stay with you, that's fine," Nick asked.

"No, really, I'll be quite alright for an hour or two," HG returned, settling back where she sat in the mirror. "Go ahead. I don't suppose I'll have moved when you return." She flashed a clever smile.

"Fine. We'll be back soon as we can," Nick said.

"Take your time," HG assented, waving goodbye as Claudia, Trubel and Nick filed away out the door, down the stairs.

In the livingroom, Nick paused briefly to speak to Juliet.

"Hey, so, we're going to the spice shop to see if we can figure anything out there. The woman in the mirror—"

"HG," Claudia supplied.

"—HG, is still up there, if that's alright with you. Unless you want to come too…" Nick offered.

"No, I was going to get coffee with Gina," Juliet shook her head. "And it probably won't hurt to, yknow, get this off my mind."

"Alright. Give you a call if we figure anything out," Nick returned, smiling.

Juliet nodded. "Good luck."

With that, they headed out the door, to a black SUV which Nick unlocked with the remote.

"OK, everybody in," he said, getting in the driver's seat.

Claudia back beside Trubel, buckling in as Nick cranked the car.

As they pulled away, Trubel asked, her tone curious, "So, what was that all about? HG said she had waited longer in…more restricted environments? I mean, what, is getting stuck in mirrors a normal thing in your line of work?"

"Uh, no," Claudia laughed. "Although, Myka got stuck in Alice's mirror once, but…that was due to Alice being, well, Alice, and an accident with the Studio 21 Disco Ball than anything. HG…HG was in a, uh, bit of different circumstances. It's a really long story. She's right though, she'll be fine." Claudia returned awkwardly, realizing that compared to a century of being Bronzed, and months imprisoned in the sphere, the mirror really was nothing.

"I don't pretend to understand ½ of what you just said," Trubel laughed, "But where you work definitely seems interesting."

"Yeah, no, it's pretty awesome," Claudia returned, smiling. "Even if it's about a weird as it can get."

They drove for a few minutes more in silence, Claudia watching out the window as they slowed, approaching a block of older buildings, where Nick parked curbside.