"Show me," I said in as even a voice as I could.

If Tram felt my panic attack just inches from him, he didn't give any indication when the roots started moving forward again. Or maybe his silence proved he did. Either way, he didn't argue.

A dull glow soon shined from up ahead. As we drew closer to the corner of a wall that hid it, a soft buttery light slanted over my boots, and I could see everything. We stood in a long stretch of tunnel with others forking and ...