Alice grabs Steve's hand and drags him through.

Reaching into the mist I watched my hand disappear from my view. Shocked I pulled back my arm, fearing the worse, like I now a stump where there use to be a hand. Imagine my relief when I wiggled five healthy fingers.

Reaching further in I felt Steve's sleeve brush against my hand. Snickering I grabbed him by the wrist and yanked. Steve, stumbling through the mirror, almost fell on his face. He got up screaming at me. "You stupid twit!"