“Where’s my room?” I asked.
“It’s in the revolving door,” Mia said, “you’ll see soon enough.”
We entered a big hall. It seemed the Halfway House was quite expansive. It had double stairs that curved upwards, one on each side of the round hall. A corridor stretched out for a considerable distance beneath them. Matthew did not head that way, though. He turned towards the exit on the opposite side, which was… a revolving door.
“There,” he pointed at the door, “go through it and think of home.”
“It’s that easy?” I turned to ask Mia.
“It is. You just think about your room, or home, or wherever you wish to go, and when you walk through the door, that’s where you'll find yourself. You would have need to have visited it in your life, though, to be on the safe side. If you think of something you saw in a book or on TV, and don't know the layout of the place, you might end up who knows where?”
“Wow, talk about technology!” I said. “The scientists on the plates would kill for this!”
“Being dead has its privileges,” Matthew admitted, “even if it can be a bit dull here…”