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“But. . .” M rubbed his head. “Is it possible that the brain, in its attempt to protect or conceal, has hidden entire sections of itself from our conscious recognition?”
I wasn’t entirely sure what he was asking, but I responded, “I saw stairs that led to another level.”
“Part of me wants you to show me this, Kazimir. . .and yet the other part. . .it rejects this. But. . .dare I ponder silently, the implications stretching before me like the unseen levels of this metaphorical building.”
Again, I had no idea what he was saying, but what I was sure of was the fact that I would go to those stairs and see where they led.
M looked at the ceiling. “A floor above this one? What realities lay buried, deemed too perilous or painful for the conscious mind to confront?”
Pavel touched my arm. “We should not go there. It will be enough to just tell Emily that there is another set of stairs—”
“If her alters cannot see it, then I doubt she can see it either.”
“All you need to do is give her the information—”
“I can do more than that.” I headed off.
Pavel called after me. “Kazimir!”
Chapter forty-four
The Hidden Staircase
Kazimir
I burst out of M’s apartment with a storm of emotions churning within my body.
The next level is the answer. That is where the original is.
I had already spent a long enough time in my mouse’s mind, so much time that my head filled with this dizzying fog of uncertainty.
I had to go soon.
Just check upstairs. . .and then leave.
I moved so fast my feet barely touched the ground.
My heart pounded in my chest with this urgency—this desperate need to climb and discover whatever awaited me above.
Behind me, Pavel’s footsteps sounded. “We must go after this.”
“We will.”
M’s voice rose. “Kazimir, wait! We must take our time and theorize the possibilities, not just go there.”
“I am sorry, M.” I shook my head and did not break my stride. “I do not have the time for that.”
Lunita’s voice cut through the tension. “There are no stairs, nasty lion!”
“I will show you.” I glanced over my shoulder and spotted the little girl.
She was in the far back, moving those little legs and clutching her stuffed lion close to her small body.
She believes me. I know it.
Solitary conviction anchored me.
Forward was the only direction I could move.
