Chapter Five(18)

‘You can get lost there, you know. It is incredibly dangerous, because you didn’t imagine where you are going. You were trapped between the worlds, and many of us are lost this way, forever.’
Will walked toward the stairway, as if signaling the end of explanations. Cecy hurried to catch up, and could remember wondering why the village was deserted, as she climbed up the stairs, higher into the tower. Don’t ask, Will seemed to imply, as he avoided that part of her questions.

‘Then what was the black and silver images in the mirror? Or chaos, whatever you call it?’
‘Every one of us sees different shattered images in the mirror, past present or future. What did you see there?’ Will answered. They were now twenty feet above the seats. 
Cecy, watching the seemingly unending circles of higher staircases, was beginning to pant. ‘I don’t......remember clearly.’
That was not true. The black and silver images, had wormed themselves into her mind, mysteries from the future, a warning, a gift. But they were private, somehow. She didn’t want to share them with anyone else. Not Will, not Lydia, not Becks.