Logan sees the light wash over the mirror's surface as Ellie speaks and climbs warily to his feet, one hand automatically going for her copper pot in case everything starts to splinter and yawn underneath him.

"It's doin' somethin' all right." He reaches out to touch her hand, expecting to feel smooth glass and getting warm air on his fingertips instead. The feeling of rightness tugs at him, compelling him to move forward, into it. He frowns and pulls his hand back.

"This is either gonna take us out of here or make things a lot worse."