"Where are we?" Why are we in a dungeon?" moaned Tom.

"Yeah, and what are all these art supplies for? They don't expect to paint on the mirror" wondered Katey.

"Oh no this can not be happening. This is like a book i read once," cried Tom.

"What happens at the end?" asked Katey.

"Everybody died," Tom whispered.

He was biting his lip, trying not to cry as the tears swelled up in his eyes, like saying his last goodbyes.

"But if we no-no-no we cannot," stammered Tom.

"Do what?" snapped Katey.

"Well in the story, police let the wolves eat the kids. If we go through the mirror, we might survive," muttered Tom.