He double-checked that I’d wait right there, and I assured him I would. So off he went, at a fast trot. It wasn’t hard to backtrack, just follow the trail we’d made in the dust.
Gullible fool. I waited till I could no longer see the beam of his flashlight, then headed into the room beyond the open door.
Brave Tamara. Maybe they’ll put that on my headstone. If I ever get a headstone.
The room was big; I could tell that by shining my light across to the opposite wall. It was also empty. Nothing marred the pristine carpet of dust on the floor. I wondered vaguely how long it would take to accumulate a layer of dust that thick. I mean, this was way more than an inch. Without some special source, we were talking way more than weeks, or even years. Start thinking in terms of decades, centuries
