Chapter 2003

Under the pitch-black night sky, deep within Galaxy Villa, Skylar jolted awake. "Vivian?" she gasped, her eyes flying open. Beside her, Joe stirred, his gaze soft with concern. "What's wrong? Is it another dream about Vivian?" "Yes, I saw her in my dream," Skylar murmured, her forehead beaded with cold sweat. "She's in trouble, I think." They were deeply worried about Vivian, their most vulnerable point. Yet, their concern was tragically offset by their complete inability to do anything. Their dreams were their only source of information, but they were frustratingly vague. Joe's expression hardened with quiet determination. "Don't worry. If Vivian was strong enough to bring us home, she'll find her way back too." Joe had faith in his daughter. Vivian was kind, but she was never fragile. Skylar got out of bed and made her way to the vanity as Joe switched on the bedside lamp. There it sat—a copper mirror they'd won at an auction not long ago. It was identical to the one that ha