Pocket Paradise

Two seconds passed.

WhiskeyTango's muscles tensed up, ready to rush in and pull Harper out at any moment.

Ripples suddenly spread across the mirror's surface.

Harper stumbled backward out of the vortex. She moved so fast that she nearly lost her balance.

"Harper! Are you okay?!" WhiskeyTango stepped forward in one quick stride and steadied her.

"Fries! Was there a monster in there?" IronBaker aske