Josh moved purposefully through the dark streets, and the others followed. He seemed to know the way now, almost as though he’d been here before. Jenny saw a look of grim concentration on her friend’s face. It wasn’t a look she remembered ever seeing before — at school Josh had always seemed so unserious. “How well do we know anyone?” she mused.
But at that moment Jenny’s thoughts were interrupted when Josh stopped abruptly in his tracks.
“What is it?” Mr. Symarian said.
Josh just stood silently for a moment. His eyes seemed to refocus, to come back to the here and now. “I don’t really know. It just feels like I’m supposed to stop.”
Suddenly Jenny gasped out loud. “This buildling,” she said, pointing to the building they had stopped in front of, “look at it. Josh, what do you see?”
“Looks like a building to me,” he said, looking puzzled.
“I’ll second that,” Sid said. “Definitely a building. Tall, square, kinda rococo, not really my thing.”
“Shhh!,” Jenny said. “Sid, be quiet. This is important. Josh, haven’t you seen this somewhere before?”
Josh stared at the building for a good long while. Then recognition dawned. “It looks just like your music box — the one from the attic. Only bigger. And there’s no ballerina on top.”