I struggled into the living room with the big mirror from the hallway. Oak and Rose were flapping at the beams with newspapers, but to little effect. Oak grabbed the mirror from me, carefully placing it in front of the fire.
Only three beams of light remained separate now, moving sluggishly while the four colour one darted niftily around the room. Within seconds it had found blue, entwining it into itself, then moving ever faster.
Robert came in carrying two more mirrors.
“Give me one of those.” Oak grabbed one from him. “And try to avoid letting it touching you.”
