Summer watched warily as Rose vanished into the mirror. The surface rippled a little once Rose had gone through, and the image of the kitchen began to waver. The silhouette of the keyhole began to materialize again.

"Wait, no, don't close," she said, bringing her keyblade up to point at it. The image stabilized again, and she cautiously touched the mirror's surface. She hesitated a moment longer before deciding 'fuck it' and stepping through to the other side.