Another chirp, and a muscle car settled down on its shocks, blue with a flaming paint job.In disbelief, Ben hit the button again. Chirp, rumble; a gia...t monster truck. Chirp, rumble; a tiny Shriner parade car, complete with Shriner, waving at them.Jack looked dubiously at Ben, whose face was blank with shock; he was waving back timidly. Ben snapped out of it and used the remote again.Chirp. A gold painted, pimped-out pickup, stereo bumping. Even the wheels were gold-tinted."Sweet! Let's roll!". Her next memory is of waking the next morning and recalling the wonderful, lucid dream she had.Younger Cassie stops at the threshold of the bathroom, facing the darkness within. She makes no move to turn on the light. "You were right, that felt nice."Present Cassie's eyes widen. She steps forward and cranes her neck, but she sees nothing but shadow. She reaches out with her empathic sense and shivers when she finds a presence but feels nothing from it save for its disturbing existence."But you. .. It's just been so hard."I leaned forward and put my hand on her shoulder and asked her, "What has?"Then like a damn breaking she let go. "I can't lie to you, Erin. God, it was so fantastic the other night. I came and came again. Yesterday, I relived it over and over again in my mind, and, God, I nearly rubbed myself raw, I was so turned on by the memory, but... I couldn't..." Couldn't what, honey?" I asked."I couldn't," and she flushed visibly, "cum! Oh how I tried, but I couldn't. It's no. . hard to map. Only the rooms with windows had any relation to the best guess recorded on the paper McAllister and the other deacons in the other groups carried."That's useless," Savonne pointed at the paper, when McAllister could not retrace their path on the map the deacons spent so much time drafting. McAllister could only agree.Somehow, the corridors and rooms subtly changed direction. After the third room they'd passed through between successive corridors, McAllister had the sense he was.