Mathias

Maybe just the illusion of getting somewhere would be good enough. It was a start, anyway. Veronica smiled, following along, arms swinging. "I'd like that," she said. The stone was cool under bare feet, rough and dusty, but pleasantly so. Pushing up on her toes, she reached for the ceiling and came up short, not minding. "The going's still good, even if you don't get anywhere."