Ally unlocked the door and was about to slowly and cautiously open it, but before she could, the person out in the hall kicked the door wide open. Ally, stunned by the sudden intrusion, stumbled backwards and fell on the floor.
She looked up and saw two men. One white, one black. And they were both holding guns ... at her.
Ally put up her hands. "What ... what do you want?"
"You know what we want, you fucking shithead," the white one said.
The black one pushed his gun closer to Ally's head. "Give us our fucking money!"
Ally shook her head. "I don't know ..."
"Wrong fucking answer," the white one said. He nodded to his friend and suddenly Ally was being dragged across the floor and further into Eric's apartment.
"Where is it?!" the black one yelled in her ear.
"Hey, check it out. That mirror looks like it might be valuable," the white one said. He grabbed it, positioning it at an angle in which he could see himself in it. "Might even cover what you owe us."
"No," Ally said. That mirror was her only link back to her own world. She may never figure out how to get back there and back to normal, but it was comfort to know that she was only a heartbeat away from her grandma and grandpa.
"Shut up, you fucking shithead," the white one spit at Ally.
What was she going to do? She couldn't just let these two thugs take the mirror. Could she?
