When the time came, I held my breath as Kyer opened the door. Moving slowly, I stepped through the doorway, ears strained for the slightest sound.
There was none.
Kyer followed behind me, and again, I heard nothing. I let out my breath in a rush of relief. “It worked,” I whispered.
Quickly we hurried through the hallway to the staircase leading to the first level of the Rec Room. At the top of the stairs, we pushed through a door and stepped out into a steady stream of kids our own age. A few glanced at us, but most didn’t bother—they were chatting with their friends, already thinking ahead to the games they’d play or where they’d hang out for the next few hours. I stood on my toes to scan the crowd, but couldn’t spot anyone I knew.
“Do you see her?” I asked Kyer.
He only had to raise
