“He’s right where you left him,” Carmen said. “We ended up finding a better solution.”
“Oh… okay,” Maryam said. “We’re still even, though.”
Maryam nodded and stepped back into the morgue. Carmen made her hand gesture again. Another black vortex appeared behind her. Angela stared into it.
“Angela,” Carmen said.
Angela looked up. When her eyes met Carmen’s, that same hand gesture popped into her head, along with the knowledge of how to use it. Angela grinned.
“Enjoy,” Carmen said, and stepped through the portal.
Eric cocked an eyebrow.
“Did she just…?”
“Yep,” Angela said, and raised her left hand. “Do you want a lift back to the hotel?”
“Uh, I think I’ll take a cab,” he said.
“Suit yourself,” she replied with a shrug. “This was a really strange day, but it was nice to finally meet you. We should do it again someday.”
“Definitely,” Eric said. “But maybe you should come to my town next time. Just to be safe.”
“Sounds like a plan,” she said. “See you around, Eric. And give my regards to Amir.”
“I will,” Eric said.
He turned and walked off down the hall. Angela focused her thoughts on her living room, picturing it with as much detail as she could. She held out her left hand and recreated Carmen’s gesture. A swirling portal appeared in front of her.
“Awesome,” she muttered, and stepped through.
She stumbled on her way through, falling to her knees on the carpet. She glanced back over her shoulder; the portal had materialized a few inches above the floor. Clearly she would need more practice. She waved her hand and the portal disappeared.
“What. The hell. Was that?”