“Hey, sport.”

I peered over the sheets of my bed. Dad had poked his head from behind the door.“Yeah, Dad?”

“Good night, Rob.”

“You too!”

As soon as the door shut, moonlight filtered through the window, and a odd shine appeared from behind the desk.

The glare caught my eye. Curious, I rose up from the bed to examine the spot. It was a mirror shard, with a dark tint filmed over.

I peered into the glass to catch my own reflection, expecting nothing less. To my surprise, I didn’t catch my reflection, but rather caught sight of something, hidden in the dark glass. I looked up, and saw that the mirror reflected nothing in my room. Was it magic? Was I peering into another world?

Looking harder, the scene beyond the glass began to materialize. I was looking down into a bizarre scene: white bed, with a lot of equipment surrounding it. A tube ran alongside the bed and into an oxygen mask, providing air to a pale-faced boy. I realized quickly that I was looking at a hospital ward, and that the patient looked very familiar. I squinted harder, hoping to find answers, but—

A pain shot up my neck, and a few moments later, I found myself lying on the floor, holding my head, screaming. But I couldn’t hear myself over the… sirens? Then the smell of smoke hit me, and I opened my eyes.

And there it was again, the boy in the infirmary. His pale face, seemingly peaceful yet sad, like—

I realized that the boy, was me. Was this the future? A vision — no. The sirens, the smoke; those were all memories.

There was a car crash. And I was in it.

A faint voice. “Wake up Rob, come back to us…”