Previously, the worst of Greyson's worries was getting a 'B' in Algebra II. Though he was very smart, he did his best not to come off as the nerdy type. He was a stubborn teenager with boy-next-door looks. He had short chestnut hair paired with hazel eyes, and skin the color of curdled milk- light, but not porcelain. 

He had that daring quality that made him a bit rediculous at times. Though he had book smarts, he lacked logic and common sense. If a man with a gun asked what one plus one was, he would say 'two' instead of running away. His twin brother, Drayden, was the one that kept him in check. But now... 

Drayden was dead. No longer than a week ago, Greyson had been riding with his family in their car. His parents were in the front, and he was in the back with his brother. None of them were prepared for a truck to smash into their car and wreck it. Their car had skidded off of the highway railing and tumbled down a cliff, where the four were tossed and turned. Greyson suffered from a fractured arm, but that was nothing compared to the death of his brother, or the comatose state of his parents. 

It all felt like a nightmare. One moment, Drayden was laughing and joking with him, and the next either of them knew, there was blood everywhere. Drayden's body crashed through the window and into the chasm below. Greyson was left to cry and scream and shout until the helicopters came and airlifted him to the hospital. 

His arm didn't need a cast, but Grey insisted on having one. The teen was devastated. Though he was fairly popular at school, nobody understood him like Drayden did. And, he was convinced, nobody would ever understand him the way he did. 

The male placed a single, non wounded hand on the silvery surface of the mirror. He had been searching the world wide web on how to cope with this kind of loss. One of the ideas was to bring Drayden back. Now, everything he knew about this kind of thing was related to demons and Satan. It was too bad Grey had a vivid imagination. Why did he believe that this would work? 

His grandparents had been kind enough to take him in while his parents 'recovered', but he needed Drayden. He needed his support system. On the vanity in his room was a large mirror. Grey was ready to use it. Suddenly, the grandfather clock down the hall began its tolling, and he was suddenly afraid to kiss the cold glass, but urged himself to do it anyways. 

To his surprise, he was kissing just a hard surface. Grimacing, the boy began o pull away, but soon realized the lips were stuck! In a slight panic, he tapped the surface of the mirror frantically, but his palms soon stuck as well. Before he knew it, he was being pulled into the mirror. His lips were sealed, he could not even scream.