Amy cocked her head to the side, eyeing Peter like she wasn’t sure whether to believe it was him or not. More than ever, even more than when she’d first arrived at the carnival, she was questioning her sanity. She really wasn’t sure what to make of it. There was her friend, trapped behind a sheet of glass, and if he was stuck there who exactly was it roaming outside of the House?
It felt like one of the science fiction movies Charley used to like so much. It was the carnival’s answer to Invasion of The Body Snatchers. A cold, sober version of her friend was roaming freely out in the world while what she assumed to be the real thing was still trapped inside the mirror maze. It sent a chill down her spine when she wondered if the same thing could have happened to her.
Even if she didn’t know every detail of what was going on, it seemed that there was only one thing to do.
“Peter,” Amy spoke slowly, enunciating every syllable carefully just in case he could only lip-read what she was saying. “Step back.”
First, she gave him a second to brace himself. Then she stepped back to maximize the impact of the hammer. She wasn’t going to half-ass a rescue attempt. When the hammer struck the glass it shattered almost the entire way down, shards falling here and there. Once she was certain it was broken, she still held onto her hammer. She still wasn’t sure that this was her friend and not some strange mirror twin who could very well be out to get her. It was the closest she’d been to a warrior woman since that night she and Charley had fought against Jerry and Ed.
“Tell me it’s you.” Her voice cracked slightly from emotion. Fear, maybe, but it was laced with something resembling hope. Amy wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle disappointment after the night she’d been having.