Getting into Lucy’s mind wasn’t the problem. Navigating it was.

Her mind appeared as a vast, empty chamber, dusty, abandoned, utterly lifeless. The air was icy, biting into his skin as though death itself seeped from the walls.

How he had even crossed into this place was a mystery, but he knew the truth: only he could shoulder the impossible task of finding Lucy and dragging her back from whatever darkness held her.

There were no hallways, no doors to hidden rooms, just one exit at the far end of the endless expanse. He supposed that was where they might leave, if he found her. But that begged the question,...