We stared a bit longer. “Do we go in?” Luna said eventually.

  “God no.”

  We stood there. “Well, we have to do something,” Luna said.

  “I’m thinking,” I said. I didn’t know if it was my imagination, but it felt as though the cloud of darkness were edging towards us.

  Then a voice spoke from the darkness, focused and cold. “What are you doing here?” A second later, its owner stepped into view—and she wasn’t alone.

  Rachel is average height, with bright blue eyes. When I first knew her she was good-looking, even cute. She’s changed a lot since then. It’s rare now to see her with her mask off and when I do her face makes me think of sculpted ice, beautiful and cold. The darkness shrank from her, curling about her feet.

  Standing on Rachel’s right was a girl with dark-red hair. She was smaller and younger than Rachel and felt far more alive, full of vitality and movement. She’d been dead for ten years, but in Elsewhere that doesn’t make as much difference as you’d think. She wasn’t looking at Rachel and Rachel wasn’t looking at her, but they seemed aware of each other somehow, as if they knew exactly where the other was without needing to see.

  And on Rachel’s left was something that wasn’t human at all, faceless and eyeless, made of living shadow. Its body blended with the darkness around, making it almost impossible to pick out its shape, but I had the vague impression of something tall and slender, unnaturally still. Even twenty feet away, I could feel the cold radiating from it.

  But it was the redheaded girl who held my attention. “Shireen,” I said quietly.

  Shireen gave me a wave. “Hey, Alex! Long time no see.”

  “Shut up,” Rachel said in irritation. “You know why he’s here.”

  “We don’t know why he’s here,” Shireen pointed out reasonably.

  Rachel snarled. “Belthas couldn’t get what he wanted while we were awake. Now he’s trying dreams.”

  “You know that’s not how this place works. Just because he’s here doesn’t mean he’s there.”

  “Um,” I said.

  “You think we should give up?” Rachel said. “Tell him what we know?”

  “I didn’t say that,” Shireen said mildly.

  “That’s what it means!”

  “Excuse me?” I said.

  “You know he’s probably already got all he needs,” Shireen said. “Otherwise he would have been back by now.”

  “Maybe he wouldn’t have what he needs if you didn’t—”

  “HEY!” I shouted.

  Shireen and Rachel turned to me in faint surprise as if they’d forgotten I was there. “Oh, right,” Shireen said. “Sorry.”

  Luna was looking between Shireen and Rachel with the expression of someone who’s reconsidering whether this was a good idea. I was just as confused as she was but didn’t let myself show it. Why was Shireen in Rachel’s dreams? I mean, I knew why she could be in her dreams, but—I shook it off. This wasn’t the time. “Rachel—”

  “That’s not my name.”

  I sighed inwardly. “Deleo. I need to know where you are.”

  Rachel looked at me. “Is that supposed to be funny?”

  I looked back at her.

  “You’re working for Belthas,” Rachel said coldly. “Go ask him.”

  “Yeah, well, I’m not working for Belthas anymore.”

  “Good.” Rachel took a step back.

  “Wait!” I called. “Look, Rachel, I’m trying to help you. If I was working for Belthas, why would I need to know where you are? I’d just ask him!”

  Shireen cocked her head at Rachel. She’d kept pace with Rachel, and the darkness was starting to shroud the two of them again. “He’s got a point.”

  “Shut up,” Rachel said. “He led them to us! It’s a trick!”

  “I hate to point this out,” Shireen said, “but we’re not really in a position to turn down help.”

  Rachel hesitated, then looked to her left at the shadow and her face hardened. “No.”

  I knew Rachel was about to step back into the darkness, and once she was in there, she wouldn’t come out. “Cinder’s with me.”

  Luna looked at me. Rachel paused. “What?”

  “We made a deal,” I said. “I’m going there for Luna, he’s going there for you, and we’ve both got a score to settle with Belthas. He’s with me back in the real world. We’re coming but we need to know where Belthas is.”

  Rachel hesitated. “Look, what have you got to lose?” I said. “If I’m working for Belthas, it doesn’t make any difference to you if I know where his base is. But if I’m telling the truth, this is the best chance you’ll get of letting Cinder find you.”

  I could see Rachel thinking about it. Shireen waited, silent; maybe she knew trying to push Rachel now wouldn’t help. The shadow didn’t move but I could feel it watching me.

  “Scotland,” Rachel said at last. “Northern Highlands.”

  “You saw it?”

  “I know it. An old manor on the Black Craeg mountain.”

  “Does Cinder know where it is?”

  “You’ve got the name.”

  “Anything else?”

  “How would I know? It’s a manor. It’s got cells. Belthas is there and so are his soldiers.”

  I nodded. “All right. We’ll be there soon.”

  “Then if you’re telling the truth,” Rachel said, “you might want to hurry up. Belthas has started the ritual. Once it’s done he won’t need me or your precious little apprentice.”

  I felt Luna flinch but didn’t look at her. “Can you help us find a way out?”

  Rachel laughed. “In your dreams.”

  “We die, you die.”

  “Doesn’t mean I’m going with you. You found a way in. You find the way out.” She glanced from me to Luna. “Don’t come back.” Rachel stepped back; the darkness flowed over her and she was gone. Shireen had time for a quick wave before she vanished too. Silently and smoothly, the black crystal door swung closed, shutting with a click. The last wisps of darkness faded and we were alone.

  “Well,” I said after a moment. “That went about as well as could be expected.”

  “You’re working with Cinder?” Luna asked.

  “For now … We got what we came for. Time to go.”

  Luna looked around at the doorways. “So where … ?”

  I looked down at her, eyebrows raised. Luna sighed. “I get it, I get it. Up to me, right?”

  Luna thought for a minute, then crossed the hall, heading for one of the doors. “But word of warning,” I said. “Finding someone’s dreams in Elsewhere isn’t hard. Leaving is.”

  The door Luna had picked was blue crystal. It opened at a touch to reveal a rounded corridor lit with a pale light. I waited for Luna to step in, then shut the door behind us, taking a quick look around before I did. “You know, if there’s anything else you know about this place,” Luna said as I caught her up, “now might be a good time to tell me.”

  “I don’t know how Elsewhere works,” I said. “Nobody does. There are books about it but they’re not much more than guesses.”

  “You’ve been here before, right?” Luna said. “How did you get out?”

  I shrugged. “Instinct? Luck? I don’t know. There are a few rules that work for me but I don’t know if they’ll work for you.”

  “I think I need all the help I can get.”

  “All right,” I said. “Don’t stray off the path. Don’t strike the first blow. And always look before you leap.”

  Luna looked at me. “That’s not really all that specific.”

  “Sorry.”

  We walked for a little while. The corridor was growing lighter and there were slit windows appearing in the side alcoves, bright light streaming through them. “Maybe there’s one more thing,” I said. “I read a few chapters once out of a much longer book about Elsewhere. The author spent years studying it, getting stories from people who’d been there, and he never found a constant. In the end he decided Elsewhere was shaped by the traveller: What you found there would always link back to you. He found something else as well. How much power a mage had didn’t seem to have anything to do with how well he did in Elsewhere. The ones who did best were the ones with the most … self-awareness, I guess. The ones most comfortable with who they were.”

  “Oh,” Luna said. She thought about it briefly. “What happens if you … don’t do well in Elsewhere?”

  “Nobody knows.”

  “Why?”

  “Because they never wake up.”

  Luna fell silent. We kept walking.

  “Who was she?” Luna asked.

  I knew who she meant. “Shireen.”

  “You know her?”

  “Yes.”

  “And … she was in Deleo’s dreams, right?”

  I didn’t answer.

  “Is that supposed to happen?”

  “No.”

  “You … knew her from before?”

  “Luna, I don’t want to talk about this,” I said. “Not now. Focus on getting us out of here.”

  Luna looked like she was about to argue, but she didn’t. It didn’t help me get the same thing out of my head. Why had Shireen been there and what had that shadow been?

  The corridor ended in another door. Luna opened it without asking—

  And we stepped into a city street. Semidetached houses, yellow brick with hedges and front gardens, formed a line in front of us with hatchbacks and sedans parked by the side of the road. Instead of the unnatural silence of Elsewhere or the whispers of before, I could hear the familiar low buzz of city traffic, though the street itself was still. The sky overhead was still cloudy but lighter, the sun glowing through the white canopy. I looked back to see more houses behind us. The door had vanished.

  Looking around, I realised that the city felt like London. It’s hard to say exactly what it was—it’s not as though city houses look all that different—but I’ve lived all my life in London and something about the bricks and the trees made me think of a London suburb, though not one I’d ever been to. “Huh.”

  Luna didn’t respond. I looked to see her staring at the house in front of us. It was three storeys high and had a red door with the number 17 on the front. The front yard had a privet hedge and two pot plants.

  A flicker of movement made me glance up sharply. “Luna.”

  Luna started and seemed to come awake. “There’s something here,” I said quietly. I couldn’t see what it was but my instincts were telling me we were being watched.

  Luna shrank back against me, staring at the door as though it were going to bite her. I stood tense, trying to watch every direction. I was starting to think that the creature following me wanted us to know it was there. The glances I was getting were too deliberate, the disappearances too quick. But this time I couldn’t see a thing.

  I felt Luna jump and snapped my head around. The door with the number 17 was swinging open and people were coming out.

  There were two: a man and a woman. The man looked about fifty with the tanned skin and dark hair of Southern Europe. His hair was greying, but he looked strong and fit. The woman was a little younger and fairer, with Luna’s hair and eyes. As she saw Luna her eyes lit up and she ran towards her. “Luna, Luna!”

  Luna froze. I tried to step in front of her but somehow they slipped by and a second later the woman was hugging Luna while the man stood by smiling. “Oh, Luna!” the woman said. “It’s been so long!”

  Luna stared back at the woman and she looked terrified. She tried to pull away. “You’re … No. I don’t …”

  “Tesoro,” the man said with a great smile. “It’s so good to see you.”

  “I— No!” Luna pulled herself away violently. She kept backing away across the road until she came up against a car. “It’s not you. It can’t be you!”

  “It is, love,” the woman said. If Luna’s reaction bothered her, she didn’t show it; her face was compassionate. “Let us help you.” She began to walk towards her.

  Neither of the pair had reacted to me and they didn’t seem unfriendly, but whoever they were, they were freaking Luna out. I stepped between them and Luna, taking care this time to make sure they couldn’t get past me. The woman kept walking. “Hey,” I said. “Wait a—”

  The woman walked right through me. I felt a shock of cold as her body passed through mine, then she was gone. I turned with a shiver to see her stroke Luna’s hair tenderly. “It’s all right,” she said. “Everything’s all right now.”

  Luna stared at the woman, then at me, then at her, then took a deep breath. She reached up and took the woman’s hand from her hair, bringing it down in front of her. “I—I don’t understand. How are you here?”

  “We came for you, of course,” the man said with a smile. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

  “But you—” Luna said. “I thought—”

  “It’s all right,” the woman said. She clasped Luna’s hand between hers. “It was hard to believe at first, but once we came … Well, it’s obvious, isn’t it?”

  “Luna?” I said quietly. I’d stepped to one side. “Are these … who I think they are?”

  Luna looked between us, then gave a tiny nod. Now I looked closer I could see the resemblance between her and the woman. She didn’t take after the man so clearly, but there was something there in how they moved. “Cara,” the man said. “Remember what we said?”

  The woman nodded. “Yes. Luna, we’re sorry. For not believing you, for not listening. You were telling the truth all along and we should have known. We were too scared.”

  “I—” Luna wavered.

  “They’re not real,” I said quietly.

  Luna’s head snapped around to look at me. “How do you know?”

  I shook my head. “How could they have got here? It doesn’t make sense.”

  “We’re really here, Luna,” the woman said. She didn’t show any sign of hearing me but she answered as if she had. “We found a way into this … Elsewhere, that was what it was called? It wasn’t easy, but …” She smiled and brushed Luna’s cheek. “Well. To do this again …”

  Despite herself, Luna smiled. “Mum, I told you not to do that—”

  “They’re not real,” I said again. “Don’t accept it.”

  Luna looked at me, frustrated. “Give me a second!”

  “The longer you let yourself believe they’re real, the harder it’ll be,” I said quietly. “Trust me.”

  “How are you so sure?”

  “Because it’s happened to me,” I said. “There are things in Elsewhere, Luna. No one knows what they are. They can wear the masks of family, friends, people from your past. Do you seriously believe your parents found a way into Elsewhere? Both together? Is that the kind of thing they’d do?”

  “Luna?” her mother asked. “Who are you talking to?”

  Luna drew in a harsh breath. I could see the struggle in her eyes, trying to decide whom to believe. She looked away, her movements jerky, and I knew with a sudden flash of insight that at that moment she hated me. Not for telling the truth, but for making her believe it when the lie would have been so much less painful.

  “I have to go,” Luna said.

  “Go?” her mother asked blankly. “But why?”

  Luna didn’t meet her mother’s eyes.

  “Don’t you see?” her mother said. “This was why we came. It’s safe here. We can be with you without getting hurt.” She put her arm around Luna with a smile. “Come inside. There’s so much you need to tell us. And I promise you’ll never have to run away again.”

  Luna hesitated, wavering. For a long moment she stared at the house in front of her. Then, gently, she took her mother’s arm from around her. “I’m sorry,” she said. “There are things I have to do.”

  I felt my shoulders relax slightly and realised I’d been holding my breath. Just for a second, I wondered if this was what happened to those people who never came back from Elsewhere. I’d always assumed they’d been attacked. But maybe it had been something as simple as this …

  “Then we’re coming with you,” Luna’s father said.

  “You’re—?”

  “No arguments,” her mother said firmly. “After all this time, you think we’re going to leave you alone again? It’s your choice but we go where you do.” She smiled. “We’re not going to send you away this time.”

  Luna looked from her to me, unsure, but I was caught off guard as well. “Okay,” Luna said at last. “I’d … like that.”

  “Perfect,” the woman said with a smile. “It’s settled, then.”

  “Which way?” Luna asked.

  The woman turned Luna towards the end of the street and nodded. “Right there.”

  Luna looked down the street. Her mother was still holding her arm. She took a step, the scenery seemed to blur and shift—

  We stood in the middle of a mountain village. It was after sunset, that time between twilight and darkness where just enough light is left in the sky to see but only by straining one’s eyes. The weather was dark and brooding, thick clouds covering the sky with only a tiny sliver of grey showing in the west. A mountain peak loomed over the village, a black shadow in the gloom.

  The village looked old, very old, and it wasn’t English. The architecture was different, the houses built in a square-edged style with sloped roofs. Some of the houses had walls of brick, others stone and mortar, and all were dark. No lights showed in the windows, and there was no sign of movement. The village was silent, so quiet it was unnatural; there was no sound of wind or life. As I looked around I saw a few open doors, shutters hanging loose. It felt … dead. Whoever had lived here, they weren’t here any more. As I looked around the silent square, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise and I looked unconsciously for lines of retreat.

  Luna was a little in front of me, her parents clustered protectively around her. She took a slow look around and something in her eyes made me sure it wasn’t the first time she’d seen this place. “Are you all right, dear?” her mother said. “Do you want to go back?”

  Luna’s gaze settled on the house at the other end of the square. It looked ancient, even older than the other houses, with a ragged roof and crumbling stonework that looked on the verge of falling down. The narrow entrance had no door; there was only a black hole in the wall. Luna raised her arm to point. “There.”