No, this should be where my good friend and traveling companion, Ellis, was held prisoner. And yet, instead, there is a mirror that loos as much like water. I wonder what could be going on.

[She reached out, and after a tentative touch, pushed her arm in to the elbow. There was a sensation at the fingertips that was hard to identify. She looked at him with a thin-lipped gaze, serious but not nervous.]

It feels like water. Do you think we are meant to try and pass through it? It would certainly fit a dream.