36 ~ She’s Painted!

THE JOURNAL OF FRANCIS LEVERKUHN

We were in the parallel Corridor! The trick had worked.

It was the same but different. The Corridor’s walls were see-through, but there was nothing to see. No swirling snow, just a uniform dim darkness, so we stopped, and peered into it and Josephine whispered, “Is this the place?”

“Yes, but it feels like, …like it’s not anyplace yet.”

There was dead silen…