She was on the mirror side again and that wasn't the problem, really. She didn't exactly know how to get back... that was the real problem. She'd gone wandering around too far and got herself turned around. It may have been an identical, mirror image of their mansion, but it was still confusing and she lost the tear she came through.

She heard the voice before she saw him then his gun.

"You're not the first person to say that..." She answered, holding her hands up a bit, the notebook she'd been mapping the tears with in one hand, a red pen in the other. "Can we please not shoot me?"