 Open Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE!
Given that the mirror she normally used to do her hair had been stolen, Mamie was on a mission to find a functioning mirror. She needed to be able to fix her hair. Or reassure herself that it was fine. Or even practice some ballet and check her posture, if she found a large enough mirror. There were so many practical uses for mirrors.
She paused going down the corridor, she noticed--hooray!--a mirror! She squared herself in front of it, pulled a hairbrush out of her pocket, and prepared to get to work on a new hairdo. Then she noticed she couldn't actually see her reflection.
That was odd.
She absently started brushing her hair anyway as she looked the mirror up and down. She even leaned in to see better. What was wrong with this mirror? If it was broken, is that why it was still here? |