Totally
irrational. This doesn't make sense! But she found herself muttering
these thoughts as her legs carried her slowly toward the doors.
Outside the gray light had grown dark, as if the theater had been cut
off from the rest of the world. Perhaps the conspiracy had done it:
perhaps they had moved the theater to that 'somewhere else'. Or maybe
it was just payback time. Julia didn't know, but she did know that,
for this moment, the answer did not matter.
As the fog swirled and filled the lobby, and as the muffled sounds of
fighting echoed dully in her ears, she found herself at the doors. She
reached out and pushed them, and they swung open without resistance.
Behind her, she heard Uncle Justin call her name from somewhere in the
lobby. She looked back, but the room was completely filled by the
nothing that had blown in. Nothing was behind her, not even the lobby.
Her hand held the door open, as if the rest of them were about to
follow her outside.
Cecil hopped out of her arm and landed at her feet. He walked ahead
into the darkness and looked back.
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