I take my jacket and high heels off. I take my suit jacket off and throw it on the couch. Rupert greets me, “Platzieren Sie Ihre Jacke an der ri...chtigen Stelle”, picks it off the couch and in the process of hanging it, kisses me. I hold him there as he pulls away. I release him as he’s desperate to do some nonsense in the kitchen. He disappears and returns with pretzels and dip. Asking me about my day. He sits on the couch my eye contact lingers. “Kinder im. Pleased.“I must be dreaming!” she said, reaching out to press her hand against the reflective glass.“Must you?” she, or rather, her reflection, replied, its hand pressed palm to palm with hers.“I cannot say for sure. This has been a very curious day, after all.”She stepped back, expecting the 'Alice' in the mirror to do that same. Instead, it stepped forward and out of the mirror and performed a small curtsy.“Don’t be afraid, dear Alice,” she told herself, or rather, her reflection told her as. Once again, I must begin by thanking ‘Aubrey’ – my girlfriend, partner-in-crime and mistress – for allowing me to immortalise our wonderful relationship in this way. * As with most evenings, the traffic in London was proving to be a frightful pain. True, it was not exactly gridlocked, but the endless stream of cars was sufficient to reduce movement to a crawl, and from time to time, the driver of the bus on which I was sat would blare his horn loudly as he was cut off by one of the many. " She said as she examined my face."So you can't tell me what the advantage would be if I came here." I said.She frowned, "I did send a letter but it seems it was mis-delivered. I'm sorry but you have wasted your time Mr... ?" She looked at me.I smiled, "That's okay and my name is Beaker, Chris Beaker." I said and turned to leave, dropping the 'ignore me' spell for her only."Beaker? But you don't look anything like..." She said and then stopped as I turned to face her again, "you didn't look.