The image of her twin shimmered and vanished into the black velvet night.

The silence deepened as the stars hung there, all eyes fixed on the screen, and then the image shimmered.

For a moment the image of James shimmered there.

The image of the Commander shimmered, wavered, faded, returned slightly.

She chose a button on the panel; the image shimmered and enlarged.

For a moment the image shimmered before her, and then, as she blinked, it was gone.

The images of the city and its dead wavered and shimmered away.

Her lovely image took shape and shimmered in front of him.

All was silence for quite some time, and then an image shimmered and appeared before her.

And even this image shimmered, as if what hung above her was merely a reflection in water, not real, a mirage.