Come with me, both of you. Let us leave this place, and you can live the rest of your lives in Italy. There is nothing here for you, but death.”Marg...uerite perked up excitedly and turned to her husband. “Jean! This is our chance! We can leave and forget all about Jacque le Gris, Count Pierre and all of them! We can be happy!”“And how would we live? I would lose all of my ancestral lands, my home, my fortune. We would have nothing!”“We would have each other and our son! We would be alive!”“And. I used up the evenings trying to find a place to get oysters on the half shell that I felt comfortable with. No luck. The more time that I spent trying to entertain myself, the more depressed I seemed to become. The plus side was that I felt I had a lot of fodder for my next few songs, which I didn’t feel like doing right now. The condo had a small kitchen and I was getting tired of eating out by myself all the time. I decided to hit the local Winn-Dixie to stock up on staples. It was. "But that's what I've been trying to explain. It looks like a mirror. It works like a mirror, but it just doesn't feel as if it's just a mirror."Lin turned. "Hmmm!" She mused. "Well then. Let's see shall we?"Taking two more steps Lin reached out and eased the cover away from the top of the mirror. Claire heard herself gasp and watched as Lin stepped around in front of the object.The moment the cover hit the floor Claire sensed an immediate chill together with the force of an unseen presence. "You'll have to get the other two Bruce, I'm not a contortionist, you know," she kidded him. Bruce wouldn't have been surprised to find out that Brenda WAS a contortionist. Bruce finished tying her to the bed, then looked at the relic again.There were some words carved on it. The stereo was belting out "Highway to Hell" as he read the words aloud. There was a flash of light and everything went black.Chapter Five - not in Kansas anymoreBruce found himself on his knees. Boy, this floor is.