“Life, as you say, is not always black and white. Thank you, Magda.” I nodded gratefully, understanding her unspoken words. She walked to Knight and placed a hand on his shoulder. Like bursting a bubble, he instantly ceased dancing, and the room morphed back into her simple kitchen. Knight shook his head, attempting to free himself from the cobwebs. “I suppose it’s getting late,” declared Magda. “Let me show you to a room, and we can get you on your way at first light.” She led us to a small guest room off the main living area and provided a basin of fresh water to clean up. With a polite bow, she left us alone for the night. “What the hell is going on?” demanded Knight tersely. “I’d swear we were dancing in a ballroom, but that doesn’t make any sense. I don’t like this place. I think we n
