“Goodbye,” Jampel said. “May your journeys end in happiness. We will not meet again on this plane.”
With that, Jampel turned and drifted down the corridor. Walter followed. Jack trotted after him, but kept looking back at Will, as if waiting for him to follow. Although the spirits seemed to move slowly to Case, in the space of three breaths, they had become tiny sparks in the dim distance of the hallway.
Case floated beside Will, watching them fade out of sight until a thought occurred to her. “You can still see your silver cord, right? I see mine.”
“I see both of ours. Bright and clear. And pointing in the same direction, which is a good sign. Now when Fader wakes up, we’ll lead him to the door to our ‘verse.”
As if on cue, Fader stirred on the floor. He stretched and sat up.
She flo
