My heart was about to beat its way out of my chest. My lungs were ready to explode. But this was no time to rest. We had to keep running. I looked forward, to see what kind of room we’d ended up in, and immediately said, “Fuck!”

 

It was more of the same. An impossibly long, thin hallway with green and purple wallpaper and checkered carpet. The walls were littered now with doors, arranged endlessly down the corridors, all identical to the one we’d just gone through.

 

“Which one do we pick?” Loren asked.

 

There was fear and uncertainty written all over Claire’s face. She didn’t want to tell her sister she didn’t know the answer. I stepped up and pointed to one of the doors at random. As good a choice as any. We all ran through and saw--

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