"Oh he did." you hear a voice behind you. You spin around and face the person who spoke. She looks only slightly older, but you recognize that face anywhere. It's her, the lady of the house. You can hardly believe it and that apparently shows on your face because the woman smiles and gives a brief laugh at your expression. "I won't bore you with the details, but yes, it's me. I don't often reveal myself in physical form anymore, but in your case I had to meet the man who gave young Monique the courage to stand up." she says to you.
"So...so the boy...?" you begin to say.
"He lived a long, happy life. I'm not sure exactly how he lived before, but I'll wager you changed that." she says
"Monique?" you ask.
"Also lived a long and happy life. She turned out to be quite a gifted pupil. She eventually got married...some boy in town." she says with a sly smile "They had a few other children together and often brought them around the mansion on holidays."
"What about...him." you ask.
"He carried a grudge for quite some time. I suppose I should have turned him out and made him a stray, but marriage was much more binding in my day and I felt he'd learned his lesson. He lived a long life as well, and it was happy enough once he'd learned to keep his paws in the proper places." she says with a smile. "But I suppose you'll be wanting to head back home now. You've done what you were called here to do, so there's nothing keeping you from leaving the mansion or the park it rests in. I think you'll find you know the proper path to take. Just don't dilly dally too much. It's still quite a dangerous place you find yourself in."
You think for a moment, and find that you indeed know exactly how to get back to your home. You walk towards the door, but a nagging though causes you to stop. You turn back to her.
"Why did this happen?" you ask.
"I should think that's obvious. The mirror chose you to help Monique. She never could have stood up to him or to me for that matter had it not been for your taking control when you did. I'd have believed my husband and turned my wrath upon her. You also gave her the strength to stand up to me. I admit I did become somewhat cold-hearted in my time. A bit too unforgiving and easy to offend. I think I learned as much from her as she from he at times. That is why that happened." she says.
"But, why me?" you ask. For answer she walks over to the picture by the bedside table and picks it up. She walks to you and shows it to you.
"Doesn't the boy look a bit familiar to you?" she asks. You look at the photograph confusedly and back up to her. She points you to the mirror again. As you see your reflection you begin to catch on. You gaze at the picture again and back at your reflection. The resemblance is faint, but still there. You look back to her, she smiles and nods as if to confirm your blossoming realization.
"She was...?" you begin.
"Family." she nods "Now, go home. I think you'll find the complications of modern life will trouble you much less now."