Verana rushed to her side. Another door on the opposite side of the
corridor opened silently. The door was behind them; they didn't notice.
Before I could warn them, Marie floated across the corridor, through
the doorway.
Verana and I stared at the darkness beyond the opening, our muscles
frozen by shock.
The door closed behind Marie's screaming, struggling form.
Verana's face was white with fear. Apprehensively, she glanced at the
other doors that lined the hall.