The wind suddenly blew, warm and damp. When it stopped, they were in the same place but a different place. At least to Sunny. She was seeing as both Sunny and Anyanwu again. They were standing in the empty dirt road where office buildings, houses, and a giant fat tree jostled for space, and people within the buildings looked and acted like . . . people. At the exact same time, Sunny was surrounded by a busy market that went for about a block.

Yards away, there was a woman who was not a woman selling fruits that were not fruits. When a man stepped up to her and picked up one of the applelike non-fruits, it disappeared. There were old women perched atop two of the booths, hungrily looking down at customers. One of them pointed at a young man, and they all grinned and nodded. A man walking by chatting on a cell phone stopped and then quietly slipped into a tear in reality. Sunny’s mouth hung open. She inhaled loudly. “Can . . . can you all see this?” she asked. Again, she felt ill. This place felt heavy, packed, it felt . . . full.

“See what?” Orlu asked. A spirit of blue light passed right through him to step up to a booth run by a woman who looked barely there. She was selling small bags of popcorn.

“It feels a little cooler,” Chichi said. “That’s all.”

Grashcoatah was looking around frantically, trying not to step on things from two different places. So he saw the wilderness, too.

“I see . . . There’s . . .” Then she remembered. A red dirt road. Down one of these roads flanked by tall buildings and trees and bushes. Modern and old. A sunflower-yellow stone house. Her grandmother had shown her the place in the message she’d left Sunny. The sheet of Nsibidi. Her grandmother knew Osisi. And the house, Sunny knew what it looked like. And now that she was here, she knew where it was. When she looked up, it all snapped into place. She’d been here before. When she read her grandmother’s Nsibidi note. The house! she thought.

“I know where to go,” she said. She stared at Orlu as it all flooded her brain. “I . . . I know where to go!” She stumbled to Grashcoatah and grasped his fur. He bent his head toward her. “You see it, too?” she asked. Grashcoatah nodded, moving closer to her.

“Where?” Orlu asked.

“See what?” Sasha asked.

Chichi wrapped her arms around herself, shivering.

“There’s a house,” Sunny said, trying to stay focused. The wilderness market was all around her. If she and Grashcoatah stayed where they were, “people” willingly moved around them. “It’s not far from here. Grashcoatah, we will climb on you, then fly straight up.”

They all got back on, and Grashcoatah flew straight up as quickly as he could. Below, the empty road of the physical world and the busy market of the wilderness mingled in a profound act of coexisting. Staring at it made her eyes and temples throb harder than they had since entering Osisi, but she looked anyway. The market stretched along the road for about a half mile. So, though it was in the wilderness, it still acknowledged the road in the physical world, for the booths were set up along its edges. Yet the spirits walked right through people who could not see them, like Sasha, Orlu, and Chichi. And why did they make Chichi cold?