Hanna stared at Jenna in the mirror, anger flowing through her body. She knew that what she was about to do was wrong, but it was the only thing she could do. She hesitated, as Jenna turned. The Jenna Thing replayed in her mind. The explosion, the fire, the police, and poor Jenna. But that didn’t stop her. Before she knew it, her hand touched Jenna’s face and her glasses fell to the ground.