A girl. A dream. A journal. And the Mirror. "Why should I trust you?" he would have hurt me by now if he had wanted to but I couldn't be too sure that the food was safe. He shrugged and said, "it's probably not wise to. After all, you know nothing about me..." "I know you're a kidnapping lunatic." I interrupted smugly. I mentally scolded myself for being so quick to push my luck. "Alright..." he said simply while to my surprise, trying to hide a grin, "... though you might not have a choice..." He cleared his throat, "you can call me Kai." Then he turned toward the direction he came, to the now invisible doorway.