And there ahead, at the far end of the room, was Pasiphae.
Again, Burke sprinted.
Laughing wildly, the woman stepped into a cubicle.
Like magic, she vanished.
For an instant Burke hesitated, then entered the box-like area himself.
This time, the room through which he'd come vanished.
Almost instantly, then, another chamber appeared—one so vast Burke couldn't be sure where it ended.
A thing like a flattened cone stood in the chamber's center, looming like a miniature mountain.
Or perhaps one not so miniature.
It, too, was of the shimmering, blue-white metal. Not a sign of an opening marred its shining surface.