Shards of mirror swirled around the girls as Alice and Marissa continued rising into the air. They held tightly to each other’s hands, surrounded by whirlwinds and reflections. Sometimes the thousands of mirror pieces would show Alice, sometimes Marissa, sometimes both. Suddenly Alice felt the hurricane splitting in two. One half pulled her along, the other half Marissa. They tried to hold on to each other, but the whirlwinds were stronger. Finally, only the very tips of their fingers interlocked. But they knew that the wind would soon tear them apart.

“I’ll find you!” Alice cried to Marissa.

“Not if I find you first!” she replied.

Then their fingers parted, and the two halves of the hurricane carried them each in a different direction.

Alice spun so fast she began to lose consciousness.

Before she blacked out entirely, she thought of searching for Marissa as soon as she arrived home. Or Marissa would search for her. They would search for each other.