Cold nights ring, the house groans against the wind, shattered glass sprinkling rainbows in the light. I hear the roar of an engine speeding by. The rain prevents a clear glimpse. The mirror doesn’t have that problem. Inside the room two children make very different decisions. A boy runs away abandoning the girl. The girl freezes, blood drips from her skin, and in the shadows of the rain a man with her mothers face beckons her. Her mothers voice is deeper, but the tune still rings true. Within the house she can hear the adults running towards the room. The man is retreating, his blue eyes so different to her mothers blood red eyes. A grieving cry escapes her, longing to reach the mans mirror. Water and glass mixes with blood as bare feet walk away from the artificial light. A lullably plays softly in the darkness as the father catches a last glimpse of his daughters dress.