We were in another dim hallway, much like the first, but this one lined with more doors. I heard the voices again, louder this time. That was him; I’d know his deep grumble anywhere. The other speaker was familiar too: that aloof female voice that had performed the countdown. Midge darted ahead of me, ears pricked forward and tail wagging. “Dad?” I called, the rifle shaking in my hands.
“CORINNE?!”
It was his voice, sure as I knew anything. “Dad, say something!”
“You need to go!”
“I’m coming for you! Keep talking!” I was getting closer, our game of Marco Polo leading me to him. Midge was pawing at a door up ahead, tail wagging madly.
“Corinne, please! You have to—!”
I punched at the door button and ran through. There he was, standing in the middle of a small, sparse room lit with red
