"Well would you look at that s**t. Glass won't shatter the glass but a bookend did. I wonder why." mused Jammie, coming down on her knees beside me on the floor. She reaches for my arm as I stare up at her. My eyes wide with terror because I know he can and will be back sometime tonight. I just hope I can tell Jammie what we need to do and we can get it done before he comes back.
"I have no idea I'm just glad it worked." I sighed out in relief. "Jammie we need to destroy every mirror in this house that is bigger than a compact mirror."
"Speaking of it working, and you know, all the bad luck I'm gonna be getting because of you, why did I have to break the mirror in order for you to snap out of it?"
"Don't sound so bitter. It doesn't go with your personality. Besides, it was like
