She reached out and touched the mirror, well it was real. When she looked again she could see the mirror image of the bathroom.Candice screamed, "Wher... the hell is my reflection?"Confused and scared she took her shower put on her bathrobe, then fixed her hair the best she could after all she had no reflection in the mirror to look at. Then she hurried into the bedroom to look in the mirror over the dresser.Again no reflection, Candice screamed in horror, "What the hell is going on?"She looked. She still kept her head up high as she walked toward the bar, but maybe just a bit of that old arrogance was missing from her strut.When she recognized Jeff at the bar she stopped cold and at least a hundred different emotions crossed her face before she turned around to leave, before he beckoned her over to join him. Shame tied with embarrassment, but in the end both surrendered to resignation. Not meeting his eyes, she took the seat next to him at the bar and ordered a glass of wine. She. Itried to ask what had she done to me, but it only came out as barks andyips. Yet I could understand every word she said to me. "Its bigots likeyou that make this world such a hard place. I figure 6 or 7 years as inthis body, will teach you respect for your fellow man. Now you wait here Ihave to go to town and get you some dog chow." With that she put me in acage and carried me into the kitchen.It seemed like hours she was gone. I had to piss really badly, but therewas no way out of the cage. I. Fuel for the blackbird was expensive, and difficult to aquire large quantities of without attracting attention ? despite the Professor?s ability to manipulate memories and his vast corporate contacts. Often times, if the mission were simply not that critical, they would just fly. Scott hated flying, unless he was piloting, because he resented the lack of control and given the peculiarities of his "gift", control and restraint were of primary importance to him. To be safe, he elected to wear his.