Sarah saw a form pass by, and glanced over. =What's that dork doing here? She can't be on a date or anything...=
Neither of them noticed a mist flowing into the restroom at their feet...slowly filling the space around them. It began to flow upward, slowly filling the space in front of the sink, trapping the two teens like flies in amber. And unlike last time, it would not be interrupted, and could finish its work. It was unstoppable, but it could still be...diverted.
Sarah finished washing her hands. She saw the girl next to her looking at herself in the mirror. =Vain, isn't she?= Sarah thought. She turned back to the mirror for a moment, adjusting her glasses, then frowned as she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Kyla was still looking at herself.
"Sarah?" Kyla said.
Sarah frowned. She didn't even know Kyla remembered her name. "Yes?" She asked, softly, turning to Kyla.
Kyla was a bit taller than her, with long blonde hair, wearing a low cut top that showed off her figure, and a skirt. "What just happened?"
"Happened?" Sarah asked, confused.
"The mist....the.." she looked around. "You look...different."
