“what would you say if you got them all in the room together?”
“I’d probably just laugh, say something like, sorry I don’t know how to undo any of it. But here we are, together and with proof.”
“But this is what you want? The confession?”
“No, its not the confession I want. It’s the act. It’s to see it. I want the spell. I asked for it.”
We both pause.
“I want the room. The elevator story. The long story.”
I scratched my nose even though I was trying not to touch my face.
“I want the story.”
“The elevator story” or “The woman who walked out of walls”