Gabriel reached the grappling figures at a dead run.
It made the landscape on either side of the superhighway faintly visible, cutting the impenetrable darkness, but it also induced a wavering, ghostly quality to the terrain. They were enormous translucent cubes, filling most of each labyrinth cubicle, and they hummed and throbbed with yellow-white energy.
Katrinka and martin had taken us that day.
Her words came with more difficulty.