Abby and her daughters climbed a flight of stairs to where the private rooms were located.

     Doors lined either side of the hall they found themselves in.

     Still no ceiling. If any of the three women looked up, they'd be peering into the multiple versions of sky.

     "You each get your own room," Claudia told them with a voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once.

     "I wouldn't mind sharing," Abby said., "And whose is whose? Can we take any room we want, and how do we even get in?"

     "This is your room right here," Claudia replied. A door brightened. "Go right in,

 but let me warn you. Someone waits for you inside."

     "Who could possibly..."

     "You'll see."

CONTINUE