"I'm going up alone," I tell Albert. "You'll be alright down here?"
"I'll be fine. I should call my companions in any case. They haven't reacted to anything since I left."
"I will not be long," I say. Also, he doesn't advise me to take as much time as is needed.
I run up the steps, almost falling face-first on the edge of a stage before I get myself on the railing, floating an inch away from what could've been my passing. I can't surge toward Leire's organization on my End Day. That earnestness can—and practically killed—me. I arrive at the third floor and thump on her entryway. Penny is shouting from inside.
"IT'S OPEN!"
I stroll in, and it smells like milk and clean garments. There's a clothing bushel directly by the entryway, garments pouring out. Void recipe bottles are additional
