Willow stands in front of her mirror. Everything feels normal. As she brushes her hair and gets ready to go to sleep, something makes her stop. She leans closer to the glass. Her reflection stares back at her, still and quiet. Then she notices it just at the edge of the mirror, where the light doesn't quite reach. A shadow. Not hers. It stands behind her reflection, tall and still, with no face she can recognize, no features she can name. She spins around. The room is empty. She turns back to the mirror. The shadow is still there, waiting, watching. She tells herself it's nothing…