“And then….” Paul prompted, after an awkward few seconds had passed. He’d been there, seen the aftermath of Persephone’s psychic blast or whatever it was, and probably didn’t want her to dwell on it.
“And then I see one of them stumble to his feet, stagger down the hallway. He’s heading to the exit off Level Three, where the motor pool used to be. And then he’s out, moving into the darkness and away into the desert. After that, he disappears.”
I didn’t want to believe it, but I’d seen too much evidence of Persephone’s powers already and knew she wouldn’t be making any of this up. “So…you’re trying to say he’s been out in the desert for the last five months? How could anyone possibly survive out there that long?”
An expression of troubled pity passed over Persephone’s features. “But he d
