"Monica," a man suddenly said. "Are you ready?" Ally followed the voice to the hallway outside the bedroom. "Come on, honey. The Wilkersons aren't the most patient family, and I want to make a good impression." There was a pause, then he said "Monica? Are you okay in there?"
Ally froze as she watched the bedroom door open. What was she going to do? She didn't know anything about this Monica woman or the man who was coming into the bedroom.
If only she could use the mirror to escape this reality.
