We go into the elevator and into complete darkness. There is no sliver of light anywhere, not a faint light, not a star in the sky, not a single photon from the sun we are coming from.
“This is creepy,” I hear Charlie say.
“My logical response to this place is 82% stark fear,” I hear Master Mind’s response.
“Hold my hand if it helps,” I hear Justin say.
“My emotional health is not that fragile,” Master Mind says.
“I meant Charlie!”
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