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"Julia, follow me," I heard panic in Maggie’s voice. "I don’t know what that is." She pulled on my arm dragging me away in the opposite direction. She was breathing heavily and moving fast, one hand brushing against the concrete wall. I was sure she was as frightened as I was. After two more turns, we came to a corridor. In the distance we could see the lighted windows of the office. Maggie broke into a trot in an effort to reach the locked door quickly. Her hands were shaking as she slipped a key into the lock and pushed the door open, slamming it firmly behind her. At that moment, all the lights returned. The corridors were awash in light. She took a deep breath and turned to me, grasping my shoulders. "What did you say back there? When we saw that red hazy light and smelled that odo
