Stuart yelled. “Please!” but no one answered. Lights in the huge room began to dim.“April!” he called, his voice lost in the vastness. On the path ahead of him a glowing letter I flickered briefly on every paving stone, and then, with a neck-clicking jolt, Stuart found himself back in the shed again.The door opened, and a man in overalls looked in.“You still here?” he asked. “I’m just locking up for the night, and Mr. Kingley asked me to check around before I left. Where are the girls?”“Gone,” said Stuart. He felt limp with shock, his voice a husk.“Okay, well, out you come.”“Just a minute….” Desperately needing some time to think, he looked about for an excuse, and saw his own feet, one in a sneaker, one in a filthy, slime-covered sock.“My shoe,” he said. “I’ve lost my shoe in here somewhere.”The man shrugged. “You’ve got two minutes while I go and get my stuff. After that you’re out of here, shoe or no shoe.”He left the door open and the late afternoon sun flooded in.
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