Fifty-two
Henry’s eyes opened and flashed red. ‘Won’t do you any good,’ he said.
Blue swung round, her heart pounding. He was still slumped squatting against the wall. There was no way he could get to his feet, cross the room and reach her before she dived through the open door. All the same she hesitated.
Henry said, ‘It leads back here.’ He closed his eyes again. There was something in his careless confidence that was absolutely terrifying.
Blue twisted round again and plunged through the open door. There was a soft snick as it closed behind her.
She was in another featureless white cube.
This room looked exactly like the one she’d left. White walls, white floor, white ceiling, the same concealed lighting, the same curious softness underfoot.
And Henry, slumped against one wall.