Subject: "Interesting. . ." said the Detective.
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Posted on: 2016-10-26 16:59:35 UTC

"Not the word I'd use!" yelled Jack as they pelted into the large room.

"Well, I can almost guarantee those ice spikes being shot at us before would've dinged the mirror. Cracked it in some way."

"Shame, that," said Jack, slightly irked at the ineffectiveness of his firearm. "'Just once, I'd like to meet an alien menace that wasn't immune to bullets,'" Jack quoted in a mutter, holstering his sidearm.

"Well, it is actually a shame," said the Detective, pacing quickly before standing stock still in the center of the room, his gaze taking on the vacancy of mental abstraction. "As there wasn't a crack in that mirror. And we didn't see our reflections- atmosphere wasn't thick enough to block the images. The mirror only appeared once we got to the end of the hallway. . . And if they wanted to kill us, there are a lot more effective methods than sending us here to meet some bizarre monster. Which could've killed us without a thought as we ran down the corridor, instead of relying on monsters, so. . ."

Jack glanced at the Detective, lips pursed in indecision, and ran up a few of the stairs.

"I don't think that's necessary, Jack. . ." the Detective murmered dazedly.

"I'm taking the high ground," Jack called down, turning and aiming the pistol at the doorway.

"Good- you'll have a head start on the monster that's IMPERVIOUS TO BULLETS," snarked the Detective, rolling his eyes.

"Not leaving, D," Jack called down.

"Much as I appreciate the sentiment, Jack, I doubt that'll be necessary," said the Detective. "I think I know what's going on here. We're not trapped in some alternate reality, we never have been. I seriously doubt we've actually moved, though we may be in very real danger. None of this makes any sense. Everything going dark in medical? The vanishing? Angels acting as transport? The mirror was the real giveaway. But you just couldn't resist, could you?" called the Detective out at the empty room. "Couldn't resist tipping your hand? That little bit of irony, the touch of the dramatic? I understand, really. But I've beat your game- solved your little puzzle. AM I RIGHT?!" The Detective snapped, bellowing now.

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