A Helping Hand

There was a pleasant tinkle, and lights lit up on the floor of the mirror maze, illuminating a trail through the labyrinth.

Emily hesitated. Maybe they were leading her into another trap. But she had nothing else to do. She couldn't just wander around here aimlessly forever.

Still gripping her skirt, she followed the lights. She was immensely pleased when they led her, after a lot of twists and turns, to a door marked EXIT.