Grandmother is by my side when we break through the basement and out into the light of day. We both blink a little, struggling to adjust. The sun isn’t too high in the sky so it must be around noon or later.

“It’s a lovely campus, isn’t it?” Grandmother asks as we make our way down the path towards a large building. I look back and see only a cellar door and nothing surrounding it. There must be another entrance to the basement in other buildings too but they chose to ...