Bite SizedThe door under the Terminus Elevator sign had a small hand-written note attached to it. In fancy cursive, it read, “Warning, boarding platform flooded.”
“What do we do?” I asked.
“Go down and see,” Horace said. “If the elevator floods, we can just come back up.”
That seemed risky to me. I was about to suggest he go down first and check it out, but the door opened and I was in front, so I was gently herded in.
The elevator stopped and the door’s opened. I felt myself flinch. But instead of water rushing in to drown us, a path led out and through the center of what looked like a tunnel carved out of brown water. I exhaled and realized I had been holding my breath.
Horace stepped out first and reached with his long hand and poked the wall. The wall rippled there but his finger
