Rodriguez started down the stairs, moving fast and counting numbers out loud as he went.

"Four ... six ... two ... six ... four..."

"The guy's a damned nutcase," Ivan said, but he focused on Rodriguez as he made his way down the spiral stairway.

Then he and Ruth and the others followed along.

"Aren't you glad you didn't let him go back?" Ruth asked.

Ivan said, "I still may have to push him over the edge ... if I can catch up with him."

Rodriguez's voice echoed from below, receding with the distance.

"Three ... three ... eight ... two ... seven ... nine..."

Mad. Crazy.

But correct.

"Hey! Hold up! Not so fast," Ivan shouted.

When he looked at Ruth in the glow of the flare, he tried not to think how beautiful she looked.

Focus.

"Five ... zero ... two ... eight ... eight ... four..."

"How long does this number-this pi-go on?"

"That's the thing of it," Ruth said. "Scientists using computers have carried out the division to millions of decimals, but it never ends. Apparently, it goes on forever."

Forever.

Ivan spat into one of the gaps as he stepped over it.

"Let's just hope this stairway doesn't."

39.

THE VINES ABOVE.

Ivan stopped.

Suddenly, light-a rich blue glow-appeared up ahead and they weren't simply inside a chamber.

Quite clearly, they were deep inside this cavern, inside this mountain on Omega Nine where someone had left a series of connected chambers carved out of the stone. All tests.

And now, here, before them, was a mammoth corridor that looked more like the entrance to a magical city hidden deep inside the mountain.

Jordan came up from the rear and stopped beside Ivan.

"What do you think-another trap, another game?"

Ivan bit his lower lip and shook his head.

He looked back at the others. Annie's eyes were locked on the two of them. The others were looking around at the smooth curved walls that swelled and ballooned, growing larger as far as eyes could see.

"No. I think..."

Ivan looked around at the reverse funnel shape of this grand hallway.

"... it's the entrance to ... I'm not sure." He looked at Jordan and grinned. "I'm surprised not to see a sign saying, 'Abandon all hope.'"

Jordan shifted from one foot to the other. "What's that?"

"A poet, a long time ago, said that was the sign over the entrance to hell. 'Abandon all hope ye who enter herein.'"

"Nope. Never heard of it," Jordan said.

Not surprising, Ivan thought.

"Look. We passed the tests. We got through the traps, and we're in."

"In ... where?" Ruth asked.

Ivan turned around and looked at her.

"Maybe something made by the Builders."

Ruth's eyes went wide.

"And now," Ivan said, "now that we made it inside this ... I don't know ... this building or chamber ... or fortress ... whatever ... we can go on. Maybe no more traps."

Annie gave the slightest of nods.

Hopefully, Ivan thought.

But his hope quickly faded when he remembered that his brother was down here somewhere hiding, waiting. The traps up above were supposed to have killed them, and no doubt there would be more traps ... and worse.

Ivan turned to Jordan, about to say, Stay sharp. Eyes open.

But that would be redundant.

He started moving forward, and now that circumstances appeared to be different-perhaps-the gunner walked by his side while the rest of them came up behind them.

Annie looked around at the passengers of the SRV, all following the two men in the front with their guns ready.

They were all here. Why?

Because they had no other option other than staying back with a crazed Nahara and waiting to see what happened? And the Star Road wasn't for people who sat around and waited for things to happen.

Annie wondered if any of them were having second thoughts.

She knew she sure as hell was. Give her the open Road, and her at the helm. That's what she wanted.

But she kept pace with the others, gun ready, as Sinjira and Ruth walked on either side of her now, having more in common-their fear-than their differences.

She kept glancing at Rodriguez behind her. He looked wide-eyed, but she guessed that, as a scientist, this all amazed him as much as it scared him.

Nobody spoke.

As the chamber opened even wider, the blue glow intensified, washing their faces. The light emanating from some mysterious power source, maybe the same source that had been used-how many eons ago?-to carve this massive entranceway out of stone.

No sound. No talking.

Until one of them-Sinjira, of course-heard the humming.

Sinjira moved up close to Ivan and Jordan, and touched them both on their elbows.

"You hear that?"

They stopped, and turned to her.

"Hear what?" Jordan said.

"Listen," she said.

Thinking: Was she that much more sensitive than the others that she could hear, see, and feel things that just went right past them?

"A hum. Very faint."

Ivan nodded.

"Another sonic trap?" he asked.

Sinjira shrugged and said, "Could be."

She wasn't sure he actually heard it or had simply grown to trust her instincts, her senses.

"Okay. Let's stay frosty. Until we can hear what you're hearing, okay?"

Sinjira nodded to Ivan.

But she didn't resume her position back with the others, thinking: Let's stay close to the firepower.

They moved even more cautiously, the party in slow motion.

"I hear it now," Ivan said.

The hum, not quite clear. Not irritating. Certainly not debilitating like the sonic attack they had suffered. Almost soothing.

A gentle, breezelike sound.

"Um ... me, too," Jordan added.

Annie, a meter or so behind them, said, "Yup. Me, too. Any ideas what it is?"

That question, as they kept moving, resolved itself.

Ivan looked up to the smooth expanse of the now giant, sweeping arc of the ceiling of this entryway.

Vines hanging down.

Not exactly vines.

Hard to tell what they were in the blue light, these dark blue-green tendrils hanging from the ceiling of various lengths. They glowed with an eerie iridescence and vibrated constantly as if fitful breezes were blowing through the chamber.

But-of course-there was no breeze. Not this far down.

The vines shook ever so slightly, each acting independently. And as they shook, they created a gentle humming sound.

"What are they?" Annie said.

"They're absolutely beautiful," Sinjira said from behind Ivan, no doubt recording it all.

Beautiful. Yes, but what are they ... What do they do?

He kept walking since the vines seemed to pose no imminent danger.

Other than swaying and vibrating, the vines didn't seem to react to their presence as they moved closer and then passed under them.

The faint hum remained gentle, soothing. The subtle, waving motion continued ... but didn't increase.

"Guess they're okay" Jordan said.