Mary Emilia is unsettled

Mary Emilia stared at the mirror, then at the bundle of clothes on the floor in front of it, then back at the mirror and then back at the bundle.

"What do you think?" the disembodied voice asked helpfully, allowing her mind to search for words to describe what she was experiencing and feeling. Nevertheless, it still took several minutes and numerous changes of gaze to the mirror and the bundle before she was able to formulate a sentence.

"What happened to Mary Thomas? Has she disintegrated?"

"But no," the voice assured her, "something like that would be completely impossible, wouldn't it?"

The small, plump nun had to agree with the house. No human being could simply vanish into thin air. She nodded vigorously.

"What happened to Mary Thomas?" she repeated to herself, still unable to comprehend what had occurred, "These are her clothes, aren't they?"

"I think they are. You're welcome to see if that's true."

Like a marionette, she moved chobby towards the pile of fabric that had accumulated on the floor when Mary Thomas had stepped into the mirror as if it were a door. She bent over and picked up the items one by one so that she could take a closer look at them.

On top were the black veil and the white hood, as was to be expected. Then came the scapular, the outer garment, in which the black undergarment was tangled, as if the sister had taken them off together in great haste. Underneath lay the simple undershirt. Finally, the simple white cotton briefs and the matching bra appeared. It didn't look like anything special, but the protruding cups showed what impressive breasts Mary Thomas was hiding under her inconspicuous costume.

"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear," wailed the little nun, "what's happened to her?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Uh-huh."

"Then see for yourself."

Confused, Mary Emilia looked around.

"Where should I look?"

Meanwhile, a hint of impatience crept into the disembodied voice. It made a conscious effort to speak slowly, insistently and with emphasis: "Can't you make it up yourself? Well, then I'll give you a little hint. Where did your co-sister go before you lost sight of her?"

"She couldn't go anywhere because we're locked up."

"Arg!"

With such ignorance, even a haunted house finally lost its patience.

"She went through the mirror!" it thundered.

Mary Emilia covered her ears, intimidated. If she had possessed more than two hands, she would have covered her eyes, too. As it was, however, she stared in horror at the tarnished glass surface. Was something moving behind it?

She stepped very close and pressed her nose against the pane to get a better look.

Sure enough, she recognized a cellar room as if she were looking through a window, and several people inside. One of them looked very much like Sister Mary Thomas. But it couldn't possibly be her.

Because this person wasn't wearing anything.