Winter nodded, heading for the floor length mirror that hung on the wall. A mirror that served no purpose but this one, a door to The Other Side.

Winter tapped on the glass, and the mirror seemed to ripple, becoming liquid right before Winter stepped through it. He had passed through a few times before, and he knew exactly where he'd be, a large clearing near the lake. Less than an hour's walk to Aspid's cottage.

Philip was clearly no stranger to it either, as the plump bird chirped a little before taking off to lead Sunny through.