"Oh!" The boy nodded emphatically, his ethereal cowlick bobbing. "You mean the shiny hallway at the back of the second floor!"

"We used to play bowling with empty milk bottles there," the girl added, "but then the hall turned all these colors and ate our ball..."

Ronstadt locked eyes with Loki. "Sure sounds like your bridge, right? Second floor, here we come."

"And the bottles, too."