A deep sleep hung over the whole place, from the subterranean floors to each succeeding one above.
Elam and I pushed past one supposed locked door after another, and past a dozen dozing guards.
When finally in the open air outside of the administration building we felt as if we were surfacing from underwater, like we had sleep-walked the whole way. We shook off our disorientation and went in search of Elijah.
I am confident we’ll find him well before the next eleven days come to pass.