At the edge of Negative Space, nowhere in particular, a castle fell and had always been falling. After all these years, it had reached a tremendous speed but was relative to nothing and so seemed to hang against the fundament.
Two booms, momentary and muffled, shook the moss from the walls and scoured the floors of eons of dirt. The Jennys stood across from one another, the moss and dirt piled away from them against the walls and the door.
“So this is your hide-away,” Jenny Everywhere said.
“A little morbid, isn’t it? It must get lonely. Or do mother and father keep you company?” Jenny Everywhere said.
“I don’t think that’s possible,” Jenny Everywhere said. “They died.”
“Oh, no, no, you didn’t … is there any evil you’re not capable of?”
“Where is she, Nowhere? What did you do to her? Tell me! Tell me!”
Those taunting tourmaline eyes. Those haunted tourmaline eyes. Jenny smashed the mirror and went into the void alone.