Something Wicked This Way Comes:  The Mirror Maze

“Eat! Cheer up! Rides’ll open in ten minutes. Meantime, I think I’ll spy through that Mirror Maze and—” “No,” said Will. “No what?” asked Miss Foley. “No Mirror Maze.” Will swallowed. He stared at fathoms of reflections. You could never strike bottom there. It was like winter standing tall, waiting to kill you with a glance. “Miss Foley,” he said at last, and wondered to hear his mouth say it, “don’t go in there.”  “Why not?” Jim peered, fascinated, into Will’s face. “Yeah, tell us. Why not?”  “People get lost,” said Will, lamely. “All the more reason. Robert might be wandering, loose, and not find his way out if I don’t grab his ear—” “Never can tell—” Will could not take his eyes off the millions of miles of blind glass—“ what might be swimming around in there....” “Swimming!” Miss Foley laughed. “What a lovely mind you have, Willy. Well, yes, but I’m an old fish. So …” “Miss Foley!” Miss Foley waved, poised, took a step, and vanished into the mirror ocean. They watched as she settled, wandered, sank deep, deep, and was finally dissolved, gray among silver.