Complete silence. Crane closed his eyes and opened them again. There was no difference. “Conroe, are you there?”“Yeah, I’m here,” she said. “We made it out. I’m fine.”Following her voice, he moved in to put his arm around her. “When Frederick fired the gun, I thought you were dead. It happened so fast, I didn’t even have time to react and try to save you.”“Geneva got us out just in time.”“Why is it so dark?”“It always starts out this way,” she explained. “You’re usually sleeping during this part.”The blackness lightened to a thick fog.“This looks familiar,” he said.The fog cleared partially, revealing the bridge under their feet.“Run!” she ordered.They ran across the bridge, supporting themselves with the handrails. It collapsed behind them.“We’re getting pretty good at this,” he said.“Yeah—but don’t get overconfident. You know that the Dream Tunnel can be unpredictable.”“Why did your great grandfather think he needed to put people through an obstacle course?”
