Under_The_Whispering_Door_by_TJ_Klune

CHAPTER
18
Hugo said, “Alan. Wallace, where’s Alan?”
Wallace looked at the door in the ceiling. “He’s crossed.”
Hugo was bewildered. “What? On his own? How?”
Wallace shook his head. “I don’t know. But he’s gone. He found his way
through, and he’s gone.”
Hugo stared at him. “I don’t … are you all right?”
Wallace smiled, but the weight of it was heavy. “Of course.”
Back downstairs, Harvey said, “I do believe I lost myself for a little while.
Excuse me, won’t you? I need to go home. I’ve got a terrible headache.” He
was pale as he walked toward the door. “Keep this place up to code, Hugo.
You won’t like what’ll happen if you don’t.”
He walked through the door, closing it quietly behind him.
“What the hell?” Mei muttered. “What happened?”
“I don’t know,” Nelson said, hands rubbing his forehead. “I feel like I’ve
just woken up. Isn’t that strange?”
Hugo didn’t say a word. His gaze never left Wallace.
And Wallace looked away.
Seven days.
What will you do with the time you have left?
Wallace pondered this as the sun rose on the first day.