FADER WANDERED THROUGH Warehouse #1. Or rather, he wandered through a floor resembling the one he’d explored with Will this week. A very gray version of that floor. Like Adi’s office level, the Warehouse had become a black and white place, as if a giant had taken a great sponge to the world, wiping away all colors.
The floor itself had changed, too. Or was changing. Or wasn’t. It was hard to tell.
Sometimes the Warehouse appeared as it had when he’d searched for Misty with Will. Rows and rows of metal shelves towered over him, packed with wooden crates and weird dusty stuff.
Then he’d take a step, and the space around him would shudder and shimmer. And shift. To something else. The shelves were now wood, not metal, rising lower and sitting farther apart.
Another step, and the shelves d
