Lyra hated the fact that she was thrown out of that room by the ghosts. That was absolutely crazy. She wanted to see that mirror again, just to see it but not look into it. She was by herself at the moment and she knew that it would be too much, but just to stand by it...hug it...kiss it...clean it's reflection.

She walked over to the door and tried to wiggle the lock. It was at that moment that she noticed, it was opened again. "Yay!" she whispered with excitement to herself and carefully slipped inside.