Taking a deep breath, Ellie plunged her hand quickly down into the depth of the tub to release the cork, creating a ripple effect across the otherwise smooth water. As she released the chain, Ellie could see her own reflection in the water, and immediately next to her own image, she saw a flow of brown hair surrounding a distorted blur. Ellie gasped. In her haste to rise quickly from her place on the floor, Ellie slipped and bumped her elbow on the edge of the tub, shooting a sharp pain up the entire length of her arm. Instinctively, she grabbed her elbow and slowly lifted herself from the floor. The sound of the water fleeting rapidly down the drain was the only sound louder than Ellie’s own heartbeat as she turned to face her visitor. She stood with an intrepid commitment in her quest for answers, as she watched the woman move closer to her. And then, just behind the woman, still fast asleep in the chair, Ellie observed herself, and yet here she was too, simultaneously across the room standing before the faceless woman.