"You name it," Lin said. "You write something the school expects, and it will try to make it true. Name it 'Return' and it will make you return. Name it 'Gone' and it will make you vanish. If you write something it can't catalog... it will sputter."
Down in the basement the air grew colder. The hum of the lights became a second layer of sound, like an engine idling under water. Mara realized, with the small animal certainty of someone paying attention too late, that the sound was counting. NightmareSchool-Lost Girls- -Final- -Dieselmine-