“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”