“Did I hurt you?”
She laughed through tears. “You could never hurt me.”
Her hands lay in Memphis’s, the last of the burns fading to nothing.
In the rain-swollen tunnels, the wraiths vanished with a long sigh. The subways scattered the last of their essence as they rattled through, carrying sleepy passengers eager for bed, ready for sleep. Tonight, their dreams would be safe.
In the dreamscape, the shining lair had begun its final unwinding. Henry and Ling watched it go, its memories lost to whatever archive held such passions.
“Louis?” Ling asked after a moment. The lights were winking out, one by one.
Henry shook his head.
“I’m sorry, Henry.”
Henry looked up at the ceiling, where the herringbone pattern lost its glorious detail. “I think it’s time we woke up, don’t you?”
“Yes. I’m ready.”
“You know what to do?”
“Don’t worry,” Ling assured him.
“I’m not,” Henry said. “Ling, darlin’, it’s been a long night. You’ve done well. You can wake up now, anytime you like. Wake up, Ling Chan.”
Ling’s face went slack. Her eyelids fluttered. And then she was gone from the dream world, leaving only the vaguest sense she’d ever been there at all, just another shifting of atoms. And just before she woke, she thought she saw George, shimmering and golden, smiling at her from the bend in Doyers Street on a New Year’s Day, fireworks exploding with color high above his head, a moon cake in his hand, as if he had all the time in the world to enjoy it.
While Henry waited for Ling to wake him back in the real world, he sat one last time at the Chickering before it, too, was gone. He rested his fingers on the keys, and then he began to play. He was still playing when he heard the alarm begin to scream, and the last remnants of the dream station blurred into feathery whiteness and disappeared forever.
It was Theta’s mud-spattered, worried face Henry saw first through the narrow slits of his heavy eyes when he awoke back in the museum.
“Henry?” she pleaded. She was soaked through and smelled like a garbage dump, but she was by his side.
“Theta,” he croaked.
“Henry!” Theta hugged him. Henry gagged. “Whatsa matter? You sick?”
“No.” Henry coughed. “You smell bad.”
Theta was laughing and crying at the same time.
“How’s my best girl?” Henry asked.
“Everything’s jake,” Theta said, holding tightly to him.
Memphis stood back, leaving them be. After all, didn’t he have a brother, too?
“Ling,” Henry said, reaching for her. Theta went to pull Ling into the circle, even though she looked uncomfortable.
“I don’t hug,” Ling said, sandwiched between the two of them.
“Sam!” Sam said, hugging himself. “You’re welcome. Don’t mention it.”
Evie wasn’t right. Her eyes were glassy and she seemed unsteady on her feet.
“Evil?” Theta asked, concerned.
“Did one of those things get her?” Ling asked.
“Evie,” Sam said. “Hey. You okay?”
Evie turned and threw up.
It was nearly dawn. Filthy and famished, Theta, Memphis, and Sam crowded around the long table, wolfing down the limp watercress sandwiches. Theta offered Henry half of hers. Jericho handed Ling a cup of broth.
“It’s not fancy, but it’s warm,” he said, and she thanked him with a nod. “Could I use your telephone, please?”
Jericho brought her the phone as well, and a moment later, he could hear Ling speaking Chinese in hushed tones to someone.
Across the room, Mabel poked the dying fire into flames to chase away the chill. Evie sprawled in a chair, nursing a cup of coffee. She looked rough. The remnants of the scuttled Diviners exhibit were still everywhere.
Theta took out a cigarette.
“There’s no smoking in the museum,” Jericho said.
Theta glared up at him as she struck a match. “There is now. Hand me that ashtray, will ya, Mabesie?”
“I thought I was the only one who called you Mabesie,” Evie said.
Theta shrugged and kept smoking. Mabel folded her arms across her chest and looked away.
Ling hung up the telephone and took a sip of her broth.
“Everything copacetic with your parents?” Sam asked.
“There was a protest. People surrounded the mayor’s office, and he gave the order to bring everyone back to Chinatown. But I wouldn’t say everything is copacetic. It’s only one battle.”
