Touch Touch. The loving embrace of a mother. The harsh punishment of a father. Something most take for granted. For those afflicted with the disease of the same name, such is not the case. ~ "You look very pretty today. So do you. Thank you." A young girl of about twelve with long and flowing brown hair and gray eyes sat admiring herself in the mirror she held. It was a small mirror, and the girl and the mirror itself seemed suited for each other. The room she was seated in was nice and tidy. There were boxes full of toys, but she never played with them, so the room never became messy. Also in the room was a small bed, and a side table with a lamp on top. The only way out of this room, whose walls were all a pure white, was through the sealed door that led out into the winding hallway of the facility she was contained in. She was among about a hundred others - all children afflicted with Touch, an autoimmune disease that slowly killed the body. Those with stronger immune systems died quicker than those without, but no one lived much longer than a week either way. Not without Null, the drug created to keep Touch at bay. The problem with this particular disease is that it can be contracted simply through physical contact of any kind. As such, Mira and several others were isolated from the world, feared for their disease. The facility that held them promised a cure. How many years it's been since they first promised that is unknowable, but what everyone did know was that they had yet to deliver. Mira was immune to all of this though. Stuck in her own little world, she wasn't even fully aware of what was wrong with her. The suited men that came in to test her every so often, the sealed room... It was all just what was normal for her. Her friend in the mirror kept her from feeling lonely. Even though there were other kids here, whom she could play tag, hide and seek, and pretend with, she wasn't interested in much of that. There were only two children in particular who piqued her curiosity - a young boy who could also see her best friend, and a young girl that was always by his side. She enjoyed spending time with these two. They weren't anywhere to be seen now though. She couldn't understand why she can't see them whenever she wants to. KNOCK! The young girl turned her head towards the sudden noise that had penetrated her room. Nichols, the overseer of her group, had opened the door and stepped in. "It's play time," he told her. His eyes were droopy, as always, but the look on his face had a slight hint of sadness. He concealed it with a smile around the other researchers, but he knew Mira wouldn't notice if he was looking down. Mira's face lit up. "Did you hear that?" she asked, turning towards her mirror. "We can see Aiden and Amena!" Mira stood up and rushed over to Nichols, who was currently dressed up in a full body suit, so as to avoid catching the ailment that so permeated this entire facility's existence. Mira was surprised to see that Nichols had already gathered up all the others. Aiden and Amena were there, along with Kou, and older boy with a saddened expression, and Noel and Isabella, two girls that were almost always together. Corin, the youngest among them, had brought his stuffed dog along. Mira walked over to Aiden and Amena and displayed her mirror to them. "She says 'hi'," she told them, cheerful in tone.