The curtain parted on its own. Beyond it wasn't a kitchen, but a long, dim hallway stretching into infinity. Floating down the hallway, hovering at waist height, were saucers of white liquid.

Before Sarah could protest, Marcus jogged across the street and shouldered the door open. A bell chimed—not the electronic ding of a convenience store, but the deep, resonant toll of a church bell, muffled as if underwater.