a song started. It was a beautiful melody. At first, she couldn't understand the words, but as she fell further into sleep, they became clear. "Many faces and many choices. Many different paths to take. To the right or the left or maybe around in circles--it's up to you." The girl realized that even in her dreams, she was surrounded by the mirrors. Except now, they looked like doorways. All the dozen versions of herself stared back and as if pulled by unbidden strings, she started toward...