While Shiori was waiting for Aito to come down the hall and - inevitably - spout his nonsense and non-coherent and unrelated tidbits of factoids around, she was surprised to see [i]another[/i] figure beat the aforementioned boy to it. Instead, this new person decided that a good cause of action was to try and ram the large, corridor-spanning mirror. Indeed, in most cases, a forehead-first-frontal-charge would no doubt have been enough to shattter any mirror back in the real world, or at least cause some serious cracks to appear in it. Unfortunately, the mirror in this hallway was either made out of indestructium, or was just incredibly thick, for the boy's attack had no effect other than to cause him to fall butt-first onto the ground.

Taking a step in the direction of the new arrival, Shiori was about to reach out and clutch as his collar - seeing as the ghostly hands were stretching out to get him. Luckily, the guy had reflexes like a mongoose and was able to scoot backwards just in time to avoid being sexually molested by the reflective surface. As he stood and looked over in her direction, Shiori was surprised to see that it was none other than Kaku, another member of the POIR club. He was starting to speak and say things, barely visible in the outrageously poor lighting, but it didn't matter. The screams of the children beyond the mirror were still overpowering anything and everything and Shiori could only hear bits and pieces of what Kaku was trying to get across - though it was obvious he was displeased. For good reasons.

At this point, Aito also finally joined the scene, stopping next to the president and his fellow club-member. He too looked like he was saying things and gesturing with his hands - although, as before, it was to no avail. Getting a mental migraine from the idea that both of these dullards thought she would be able to hear them over the screams, she turned her attention to the small notepad in her hand. Holding up to her face, she scribbled onto it with the pen she had gotten out earlier. Once having written a few notes and pages, she stored the pen away in one of her pockets and turned the note towards the two boys. She also held up her cell phone, using it to cast light on the notepad so that they could both read it.

Shiori's handwriting was clear and easy to read, and the characters were written with simple, but extremely functional, lines. The notes began:

[i]'You both realize I can't hear a word you're saying, right?'[/i] Page-flip. [i]'This mirror is dangerous, don't get close to it.'[/i] She flipped the page again. [i]'You probably noticed it too, Kaku, but the mirror will try to grab you. It got my necktie earlier. I was careless.'[/i] Another flip. [i]'In any case, I looked around but there's no way around the mirror here. We should go back.'[/i] That was the final page. She looked at them with her straight, blank poker-face, waiting for confirmation in the form of a nod or something. However, only after having done this did Shiori realize something.

There was another figure here.

And it was standing infront of the mirror, looking into it.

Her eyes grew wide and a cold sweat broke out across her neck. Standing before the mirror was Tsubasa-kun, a baseball bat limply dangling in his arm as he stared, with a glazed look to his eyes, into the surface before him. No doubt, just like Shiori, he too was seeing something in the mirror that wasn't there - an illusion to draw you close. Knowing full well what could happen, the club president pushed past Aito and Kaku, running at Tsubasa as fast as she could and - just like Resan-san before - tried to tackle him to the floor.

Sadly, Tsubasa's stature and weight gave him an incredible advantage over Shiori's slender form and light mass, and the tall boy didn't even budge when she impacted against his side. She pulled on his arm, desperate to get him away from the mirror, but he didn't move. Or wait... He did... Had he noticed? He was looking at her. His lips were moving, he was saying something. What? She couldn't hear. His eyes were still hazy though, just what was he do-

[i][b]Whack![/b][/i]

Shiori let out a pained yelp as she flew back towards Kaku and Aito, landing on the ground on her side, clutching at her upper left arm. Tsubasa was standing where he had been, but the arm he had the bat in was raised and bent. He had struck her! He had batted her away because she had tried to stop him. But why? Just what was he seeing in that blank surface that would cause the normally docile, friendly and gentle Tsubasa to willingly strike one of his classmates? And with a bat no less!

As she tried to wrap her mind around it, as well as get back up, Shiori looked on in horror and tried to shout, but couldn't make her voice heard.

The ghostly arms reached out of the mirror again, and clasped onto Tsubasa's leg, then his arm, his pants and his shirt. With a violent tug, they pulled him against the surface and the impact caused him to drop his bat, as well as regain the normal light to his eyes. Hwever, it was too late! More arms extended and grabbed hold of him, latching around his throat and shoulders, his forearms and chest. And then... They pulled him into the mirror. The sight was so surreal you could have sworn it was a trick or some kind of CGI-animation. To see a person pass through a solid surface as if it was water, with no sound or no ripples or other effects was... unnerving and bizarre, to say the least.

Shiori sat on the floor, staring at where Tsubasa had been.

But wait... What... What the hell!? He was there, but... On the other side?! He was inside the mirror!? She stood. Her mind raced. Tsubasa was, quite frankly, standing in the mirror now, looking back at them. He was holding his hands up to his mouth, shouting something, but no sound was heard. He waved his arms, trying to see if they could see him. Just what was going on here?