Skyler woke up in a daze to find himself lying in his room. As he was getting out of bed he noticed his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing a deep black helmet with large raven colored wings on each side. The helmet was so light that he hadn't even felt it. Honestly he couldn't decide if it looked cool or dorky.

All of a sudden the events of the past night came rushing back into his memory. His body froze in place as he tried to process this information. What had happened in that graveyard and what was the deal with this helmet? Skyler's thoughts were interrupted by his mother barging noisily into his room.

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Laura Wingfaer was a thin young woman with shocking red hair. She was a great mother in general but had very little concern for her son's privacy. Skyler prepared himself for an onslaught of unwanted questions about why he had left Ralph's sleepover and about his odd choice of headgear. Skyler could not think of any believable explanation that wouldn't land him in therapy. Oddly enough she didn't ask Skyler anything. She simply glanced around his room and walked out the door without acknowledging his existence. Skyler's confusion grew when he caught sight of his mirror again and saw that his reflection was gone.