Ally sat down on the couch next to the mirror, thinking about what she should do next. And when she did, her mind drifted towards one of Eric's desires. She got up and walked straight to one of the "kitchen" drawers. She then opened it and reached in to grab a baggy filled with pot. She really needed a fix right now and that cigarette she had back at the storage facility just wasn't enough.
Sitting back down on the couch, she rolled her joint up like an expert, then lit it. She sighed as she inhaled and the world seemed to float away.
Meanwhile, back in the previous universe.
"Ally?" her grandfather (Paul) asked.
"I'm not Ally," the 9-year old girl said. "I'm you."
They both looked back at the mirror and saw the long-haired boy lighting a cigarette.
"What happened to Ally?" they both asked, simultaneously.
"What do you mean 'what happened to Ally'?" Paul's wife asked, walking into the room. "She's right there."
They both looked at her, then back at the mirror. But the image of the long-haired boy was gone. Now they just saw their own reflections.
"What's wrong with you two?" Paul's wife asked.
