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It had been an hour since I’d abruptly left the dinner table. I had no idea whether Halli was still waiting for me somewhere, but we were about to see if that mattered.
Professor Whitfield sat across from me in the sound-proof room. Albert and whoever else might be watching were next door in the observation room.
“Describe to me how it feels,” the professor said.
I closed my eyes and tried to reconstruct every single moment of what it feels like to go over to Halli’s world.
“Okay. So first I have to be really relaxed. A lot of times I’ll get a song stuck in my head, so I have to wait until I get rid of that. Then maybe I’ll think of some phrase that came to me earlier, or something someone said to me during the day, and I have to get rid of that, too. Basically I have to get in the
