“That’s right,” Aahz nodded, but there was a note of doubt in his voice now.
“What I wonder about is how many of these offset dimensions do the Deveels have access to, and why is this particular one standing vacant? What’s in this dimension?”
“Our house?” my mentor suggested tentatively.
“And what else?” I urged. “I’ve noticed there are no windows. What’s outside our back door that the Deveels were so eager to give away?”
“Backdoor?”
I pulled away the tapestry to reveal the door I had spotted during our first tour. It was heavy wood with strange symbols painted on it. It also had a massive beam guarding it, and several smaller but no less effective-looking locks around the edge.
“I tried to say something at the time, but you kept telling me to shut up.”
“I did, didn’t I.”
We both stared at the door in silence for several minutes.
“Tell you what,” Aahz said softly. “Let’s save investigating this for another day.”
“Right,” I agreed, without hesitation.
“. . . And until we do, let’s not mention this to the others.”
“My thoughts precisely.”
“…And, partner?”
“Yes, Aahz?”
“If anyone knocks at this door, don’t answer unless I’m with you.”
Our eyes met, and I let the tapestry fall back into place.