Nancy found herself tasked with handling the rest, the things that were neither trash nor fabric. She dug boxes of origami paper and embroidery floss from under the bed-Sumi had apparently always been good with her hands-and pushed them to one side, still digging. Her questing hands found a shoebox. She pulled it out and sat, removing the lid. Photos spilled onto the floor. Some showed Sumi as she'd been during their too-short acquaintance, mismatched clothing and tousled pigtails. Others showed a solemn, sad-eyed girl in a school uniform, sometimes holding a violin, other times empty-handed. It was plain, just from the still images, that this had been a girl who understood the virtue of being overlooked, of being a statue, but not because she had chosen stillness as Nancy had; it had been thrust upon her, until one day she'd discovered a door that could lead her to a world where she had a prayer of being happy.
Nancy realized that Sumi's granddaughter was never going to visit the candy corn farmer's grave, and it took everything she had not to weep for what had been irrevocably lost. Sumi might go to the Halls of the Dead, might even be happy there, but all the things she would have done among the living were gone now, rendered impossible when her heart stopped beating. Death was precious. That didn't change the fact that life was limited.
"Poor kid." Kade leaned over and took the picture from Nancy's motionless fingers, looking at it for a moment before he tucked it into his shirt. "Let's get this stuff out of here. You shouldn't have to look at it, not with her gone."
"Thank you," said Nancy, more earnestly than she would have believed before she'd seen that picture. Sumi was over, and it wasn't fair.
Working together, it took the three of them less than an hour to transfer all of Sumi's possessions to the attic, tucking the boxes away on unused shelves and in dusty corners, of which there seemed to be more than the usual number. When they were done, Jack removed her gloves and began meticulously wiping her fingers on a fresh handkerchief. Kade pulled the picture out of his shirt and tacked it up on a bulletin board, next to a picture of Sumi as Nancy had known her, all bright eyes and brighter smile, hands slightly blurred, as if she'd been photographed in motion.
"I'll stay with you tonight, if you don't mind," said Kade. "It doesn't seem safe for you to sleep in there alone."
"I won't stay with you tonight, whether you mind or not," said Jack. "That room gets too much sun, and Jill has a tendency to sleepwalk when I'm not with her."
"You shouldn't leave her alone," said Kade. "Watch yourself, okay? A lot of people are looking for someone to blame, and you're the best scapegoat in the school."
"I always wanted to be best at something," said Jack philosophically.
"Great," said Kade. "Now let's be best at getting to class before we get a lecture from Lundy on punctuality."
They filed out of the attic. Nancy looked back at Sumi's pictures on the bulletin board, so quiet, so still. Then she turned off the light and closed the door.
5
SURVIVORS, FOR A TIME
MORNING CLASSES HAD BEEN canceled; they resumed after lunch. Maybe it was rushing things, but there was nothing else to do with an entire school's worth of anxious, uneasy students: routine would keep them from wandering off and frightening themselves to death in the aftermath of Sumi's murder. Even so, it was a strained routine. Homework was forgotten, questions written on chalkboards went unanswered, and even the teachers clearly wanted to be elsewhere. Going back to normal after someone had died was never easy. When that someone had been brutally killed, all bets were off.
Dinner was worse. Nancy was sitting across from Jack and Jill when the girl with the brown braids walked up to the table and dumped her soup over Jack's head. "Oops," she said, flatly. "I slipped."
Jack sat rigidly unmoving, soup dripping down her forehead and running down her nose. Jill gasped, leaping to her feet. "Loriel!" she shrieked, the sound of her voice bringing all other conversation in the dining hall grinding to a halt. "How could you?"
"It was an accident," said Loriel. "Just like your sister there ‘accidentally' took apart Angela's guinea pig, and ‘accidentally' murdered Sumi. She's going to get caught, you know. This would all go a lot faster if she'd confess."
"Loriel sneezed in that before she poured it on you," said the girl's companion to Jack, a look of fake concern on her face. "Just thought you'd want to know."
Jack began to tremble. Then, still dripping soup, she jerked away from the table and bolted for the door, leaving Jill to run after her. Half the students burst out laughing. The other half stared after her in mute satisfaction, clearly condoning anything that made Jack miserable. She had already been tried and found guilty by a jury of her peers. All that remained was for the law to catch up.
"You're horrible," said a voice. Nancy was only a little surprised to realize that it was hers. She pushed back her chair, leaving her own dinner of grapes and cottage cheese relatively untouched, and glared at the two. "You're horrible people. I'm glad we didn't go through the same door, because I would hate to have traveled to a world that didn't teach its tourists any manners." She turned and stalked away, head held high, following the trail of soup out of the dining room and down the hall to the basement stairs.
"You walk slow, but you move fast. How do you do that?" said Kade, catching up with her at the top of the stairs. He followed her gaze down into the darkness. "That's where the Addams twins live. They were in your room for a while, until the kid who had the basement before them graduated."
"Had he been to the same world?"
"No, he visited a race of mole people. I think he realized he enjoyed sunshine and bathing, and sort of gave up on the idea of going back."
"Oh." Nancy took a tentative step down. "Is she going to be all right?"
"Jack doesn't like being messy. They have their own bathroom. She'll be all cleaned up and back in tip-top faintly morbid shape before group is over." Kade shook his head. "I just hope this is as bad as it gets. Jack can handle a little soup, and she worked for a mad scientist; for her, the wrath of the locals is all part of a day's work. But if people want to get violent, she'll fight back, and that'll just prove that they were in the right to accuse her."
"This is awful," said Nancy. "I let my parents send me here because Miss West said she understood what had happened to me and could help me learn how to live with it."
"And because you were hoping that if you understood it, you'd be able to do it again," said Kade. Nancy didn't say anything. He laughed ruefully. "Hey, it's okay. I understand. Most of us are here because we want to be able to open our doors at will, at least at first. Sometimes the desire goes away. Sometimes the door comes back. Sometimes we just have to learn to deal with being exiles in our home countries."
"What if we can't?" asked Nancy. "What happens to us then?"
Kade was silent for a long moment. Then he shrugged, and said, "I guess we open schools for people who still have what we want most in the world. Hope."
"Sumi said ‘hope' was a bad word."
"Sumi wasn't wrong. Now come on. Let's get to group before we get in trouble."
They walked silently through the halls, and they saw no one moving in the rooms around them. The idea that sticking together was the only way to be safe seemed to have taken root with preternatural speed. Nancy found herself matching her steps to Kade's, hurrying to keep up with his longer stride. She didn't like hurrying. It was indecorous and would have resulted in a scolding back ho-back in the Underworld. Here, however, it was necessary, even encouraged, and there was no reason to feel guilty about it. She tried to hold to that thought as she and Kade stepped into the room where group was being held.
Everyone turned to look at them. Loriel actually sneered. "Couldn't get the little killer out of her basement?"
"That's quite enough, Miss Youngers," said Lundy sharply. "We have already agreed to stop speculating about who may have harmed Sumi."
She gets a name now, not a title and surname, thought Nancy. That's not right. The dead deserve more dignity, not less. Dignity is all the dead possess. Aloud, she said nothing, only made her way to an open chair and sat. She was gratified when Kade took the seat next to her. Loriel's glare intensified. Apparently Nancy wasn't the only one who found Kade beautiful, although she would have been willing to bet she was the only one who found his beauty more aesthetic than romantic.
"You agreed," said Loriel. "The rest of us are scared. Who would kill her like that? And mutilating the body afterward? That's just sick. We have a right to want to know what's going on, and how to keep ourselves safe!"
"I'm reasonably sure she bled out from her injuries, given the mess; corpses don't bleed as much," said Jack. Everyone in the room turned to see the twins, freshly scrubbed and wearing clean clothes, as they made their entrance. Jack looked more the old-fashioned professor than ever, wearing a tweed vest over a long-sleeved white shirt that buttoned at the wrists. Jill was wearing a cream-colored gown that Nancy would have considered sleepwear, not something to wear to group therapy. "Whoever killed her was no scientist."