Shamrock presented the mirror to Clover. The glass reflected a lonely beach, with waves slowly rolling up against the sand. A cloudless sky let the sun reach all cross the coast. The sound of the waves, the feel of the breeze, the smell and taste of salt in the air, and the warmth of the sun flowed from the mirror.
By the light of her desk lamp, Sarah finished drawing a stick figure cat. She looked at the piece of art, and she smiled down at it. The penciled cat turned its head toward Sarah, and gave a smile back, causing the girl to jump to her feet, knocking her chair over.
Sarah sat balled in a corner of her room, crying. Next to her lay a plastic wand with a round plastic jewel on top.
“What’s wrong?” a voice asked.
