But that was a thought for another day. As my thoughts gathered, I turned my attention to Cody. I didn’t want to share anything yet, so I thought of a door. Then I imagined Cody’s mind as one. It appeared to me like the metal door you’d see at the back of a corporate building. No, it was the fire exit for a retail store. Brick walls, a plain gray door. Unassuming but still quite sturdy. Colorful graffiti decorating everything.
It couldn’t be forced open. If you tried, you’d most certainly sound an alarm. You’d need a key.
Or a lockpick.
I was the lockpick.
I imagined myself slowly easing the door open. It was a gentle process, slower than I’d have liked, but if I hurried, I’d jam the lock. Or worse, I’d alert someone I was trying to break in. I exhaled, then inhaled. I felt the gravity
