A glimmer of yellow light, tinted slightly blue. It slid along the shiny surface and hovered near the edge, before the image winked out and a woman’s face came into focus.
“So it’s true then,” said Haruka, looking over her partner’s shoulder.
“I wonder why,” Michiru mused.
“Have you felt anything?” She shook her head. “Me neither. What could be going on then?” Haruka’s fist clenched reflexively. She hated being out of control of situations, not having a clue which way things would turn.
Michiru turned, setting her mirror down. Her hands moved to cover Haruka’s. Concern hovered like a murky grey shadow in those blue-green eyes. “We’ll find out,” she reassured. “Don’t worry, Haruka. We’ll find out exactly what’s going on.”
