Louis had heard Abby refer to this part of the Maze. She got up and kept her hand on the wall, craning her neck, she twisted around gazing at the infinite reflections of herself. She didn't see an opening ANYWHERE. But there was something that looked like corridor if you angled your head the right way.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and dashed for it.
Suddenly the world was cold. And wet.
Opening her eyes Louis saw only darkness. "Up you get!" a voice said out of the darkness, "Time for some tea and conversation." Her shoulders were jerked up and hands helped her onto her numb feet. Louis stumbled towards a faint glow on the other side of her cavern, leaning heavily on someone's arm. She shuffled her numb feet and fought shivers off. The Maze had let her go before she could find a way in...or out.
She had decided to fetch her guest herself. Questions needed to be answered. Sometimes She wished there was more help involved with her process, but each experiment brought her closer. One day everything would be orderly. Everyone would be where she put them. Till then, she could make do with the tools at hand.
Guiding the girl down the corridors, she lead them through the dark into the glowing room furthest from her work station. Enormous, wingless bugs crawled slowly over the walls of the new room they entered, their abdomens giving off a steady glow, occasionally one going out as another lit up. The light was enough to see the low table resting on three stalagmites, surrounded by carved lounge chairs with cushions.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and dashed for it.
Suddenly the world was cold. And wet.
Opening her eyes Louis saw only darkness. "Up you get!" a voice said out of the darkness, "Time for some tea and conversation." Her shoulders were jerked up and hands helped her onto her numb feet. Louis stumbled towards a faint glow on the other side of her cavern, leaning heavily on someone's arm. She shuffled her numb feet and fought shivers off. The Maze had let her go before she could find a way in...or out.
She had decided to fetch her guest herself. Questions needed to be answered. Sometimes She wished there was more help involved with her process, but each experiment brought her closer. One day everything would be orderly. Everyone would be where she put them. Till then, she could make do with the tools at hand.
Guiding the girl down the corridors, she lead them through the dark into the glowing room furthest from her work station. Enormous, wingless bugs crawled slowly over the walls of the new room they entered, their abdomens giving off a steady glow, occasionally one going out as another lit up. The light was enough to see the low table resting on three stalagmites, surrounded by carved lounge chairs with cushions.
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