Swearing at her didn’t help. Her expression was blank as a canvas.
You came to me this time, she said . It only works one way now.
Please then, I pleaded, softening my tone, just tell me where the hell I am.
She gave me a wry look. Rest assured, my dear, it’s not hell. Not yet.
She looked away, down the empty hal .
I must go, she said. They are watching me. They are watching you.
And with that she started shuffling again.
I watched her leave, dumbfounded but able to yel one last thing.
“Who is Declan O’Shea?!”