The platform we were on didn’t have a gate or turnstiles; there were wide, concrete steps leading up into the darkness, similar to those at the platform where we had stayed with Sinda. But these steps weren’t crumbling or covered with debris. There were no rats, either, or rather, none I could see when I swept the beam of the light from side to side. I suspected the rats chose to stay away from the monorail workers.
Kyer and I mounted the stairs, moving slowly to avoid making any noise. The steps stretched up, up, up into a black so thick, I almost thought I felt it pressing down on us, trying to hold us back. When I glanced behind us, I could see the shadowy wall where we had been hiding, residual light cast from the monorail area illuminating the tiles, but it looked distant and far awa
