Lindsay and Connor were still sitting on the couch in the boat when Jill came through the 'mirror.' She took her hand off the metal surface and looked around the room, surprised.
Peter, hearing footsteps and an odd whirling sound, came into the room. He looked at Jill for a moment before asking her, "Where the hell did you come from?"
"The same place you did. And no, I don't mean we're brother and sister." Jill told him, stepping more into the room. She muttered 'thank God' under her breath, faking a cough at the same time.
Matt came into the room, yawning. Peter and Jill's talking had gotten his attention, and he looked at his watch sleepily. It was almost midnight.
"You know," he said, coming into the room, "I actually expected you to show up eventually."
"Is this a bad thing? Christ, I don't even know how I got here." Jill walked around the room, 'admiring' the lack of decor.
"What do you mean, you don't know how you got here? You must have touched the mirror... thing, like we did."
"Yeah, no shit Sherlock. I know that much. I just don't remember going to the apartment, or the building, or even the town!"
"Hmm. That's just odd. But at least you're here..."
"OH MY GOD! He's actually *glad* I'm here!" Jill clapped her hands enthusiastically, jeering Matt.
"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, Derby said you were the only person that could help us get home."
"Derby... so that's what's wrong!" Jill ran over to the window and opened the drapes some more. "Oh my God..."
Matt and Peter saw nothing wrong with the scene outside the window. It looked out on a busy city street, something like in New York, back home of course.
"This place reeks with evil! I think I know what's going on here. Where's Lindsay? I think she should hear this."
"Umm, I don't know. She went out for dinner a long time ago, and said not to wait up for her."
"Did she say who she was going with?"
"No. She said she was going alone... I think..."
"Oh God... Peter, call Lindsay, get her away from him!"
"From who?" Peter asked, still not quite catching on.
"Connor Doyle!" 
Lindsay was almost asleep on Connor's shoulder when her cell phone, which she brought with her everywhere, rang. She sat up abruptly and took it from her night purse, answering the ring with her usual answer.
"Donner."
"Lindsay, you have to get away from him!" Peter said over his phone.
"What? Peter, what are you talking about? What's wrong?" As Lindsay spoke, Connor leaned over and kissed her neck, making her giggle.
"Where are you?"
"I'm on Connor's boat, the Doyle Nova. Peter, please..."
"Lindsay, you don't understand. You have to get out of there. He isn't who you think he is!"
"Peter, I think you finally went insane. Now leave me alone." Lindsay giggled again. "I'll be fine." She hung up the phone and turned it off to avoid further disruptions.
Peter immediately called back, and got told that Lindsay had turned her phone off. "Shit..." he said between clenched teeth. He took deep breaths, trying not to let the more hostile Peter show through. "Matt, we have a problem..." he called into the living room.
Matt and Anton, who had been waiting in the other room, came in. "What is it?" Matt asked cautiously.
"She turned off her phone. She doesn't believe me."
"Where is she?"
"On Connor's boat." Peter looked like he had an idea. "Come on, we have to go get her!"
Peter, Anton, Jill and Matt grabbed their jackets and raced out the door.
Lindsay dropped her phone back into her purse on the table beside her and kissed Connor back. They sat on the couch with their foreheads together, looking into each other's eyes, and talked about having a life together. Until they were interrupted. |
