The corridor felt narrower than before.
Jessica and Micah moved quickly but carefully, following the hand drawn map
Mara had given them. The paper was folded tightly in Jessica's grip, its pencil marks
already smudging under the sweat of her palm.
The building breathed.
Jessica could feel it now.
Walls that had seemed fixed earlier had shifted slightly. A corner they had passed
minutes before now angled differently, as if the structure itself was recalculating.
Micah glanced behind them.
"Still quiet."
Jessica nodded.
"Too quiet."
That meant the system was thinking.
Thinking was dangerous.
They reached the final bend before the waiting room hub.
Jessica stopped.
Micah looked at her.
"What?"
Jessica closed her eyes for a moment.
The sensation returned.
The buzzing bene
