“Come,” The Professor said, and led her away from the open hall with loud music towards a narrow hallway.
She walked behind him into the hallway and looked up at the low ceiling, curved inward like a dome.
The air here felt hot, and the lights hanging down the extremely low ceiling had a blue tinge that made the place appear misty.
She felt like she was now walking in a dream, the air smoky, everything past the length of her own feet vague and unclear.
She was still processing this when she heard a sound that made her stop.
She turned sideways and found herself staring into a room with no door.
A woman had her back pinned against a wall and the man kneeling in front of her, one of her legs thrown over his shoulder, was deaf to the world.
Myra suddenly thought about how much fun
