Ford had opened his mouth to say wait — though wait for what, he couldn't have said — but before he could make any noise at all Dodonus had put his hand up against the glass in front of them. It shattered, loudly and violently. The magic must have made it particularly brittle, because normal glass wouldn't have done that no matter how much force Dodonus had exerted with his fingertips. Ford shut his eyes instinctively to shield them from shards of glass, and when he opened them a moment later the two of them were back in the shop. The mirror was still broken, with bits of it lying scattered at their feet, but both Ford and Dodonus appeared to be unharmed.

"Oh, wow," Ford said, shaking his head as he looked at the wreckage. "D'you reckon there's any point in taking it with us now, or not?"

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