I gripped the seat cushion to make sure we were still in real life and to be sure he'd just said what it sounded like. "Wh-what did you say?"

"I said she'll be glad to see you." He grinned at the dark tunnel stretching in front of us. His eyes crinkled in the corners when he smiled, yet I couldn't see what color they were. He couldn't be much more than twenty-five or twenty-six, the same age as Ellison. "She's always talking about you."

"She's here?"

"Yes," he ...