After Inés had stuffed me full of brownies and dressed me in some awful dress with big poofy sleeves and a frilly collar I feared she’d pilfered from a church thrift shop, she took me to what looked like a subway station, only I knew once we got below there’d be elevators instead of trains. Weird, I know. Imagine walking down a flight of stairs to the subway and finding one long corridor packed full of gleaming silver elevators that seemed to go on for miles. Grim had taken me through the same station this morning when we’d left Heaven. Apparently, this was how the dead traveled from one floor to the next. Since I’d been assigned to level thirteen, I was allowed access all of Purgatory, just not the Penthouse. People assigned to lower floors were not allowed to move up, only down. Don’t ask me how the elevator knew this, but Grim had reassured me it did. I guess he’d assumed I’d try to sneak my way back through the Pearly Gates.
