The little crepe dress I had wanted to try on fluttered from my arms as I stared at the mirrored wall. Now the disturbance that had made my image waver was gone and there was nothing—nothing except for silvery glass reflecting the silver haired woman, reflecting the woman with the feather earrings, and reflecting the reflections of their reflections, which reflected the reflections of their reflected reflections, which reflected every wall, every bench, every detail in the room except for me.