“We’ll start with these four rooms.” Ketch thought out loud. “The base first.” He moved around, touching every wall, then read the blueprints as if they were explaining every step of the construction.

When Ketch found a slot in the wall of Eva’s pantry, he laughed with excitement. He pushed his fingers in and lifted a lever up. A wall panel swung open. Tuesday squealed, and they both rushed in to see a secret room. Four feet by three feet, with two steps that led up to nowhere.

“This makes no sense,” Tuesday whispered as if a ghost might hear. “It’s too small to be used for anything.”

“Every detail on the plans was worked out,” Ketch whispered back. “This space has to have a purpose.” Ketch saw this as a puzzle, but Tuesday’s eyes told him she saw it as frightening.

He stretched his arms, as if trying to push the walls.

The ceiling above them was ten feet high, with what looked like a slated covering that let a bit of light in from above. When the panel door suddenly closed, they found themselves standing in a coffin-sized room.

Tuesday stood on the second step that went to nowhere. Nose to nose with Ketch, she announced, “We’re trapped. Pull the door back up.”

“I can’t. There is not enough room for me to bend down. You give it a try.”

She tried as her body moved over his. She could lean down a few inches, but his big frame took up too much room. When her soft parts pushed against him, his solid frame didn’t give.

When he smiled, she hit his shoulder. “Stop enjoying this! We’re going to die. We’re trapped.”

Ketch tried to look frightened. “Yeah, we’ll die in here. No way out.” He moved closer to her ear. “The upside is I’ve been wanting to get this close to you all day.”

“Why?” She put her hands on his shoulder, almost close enough to choke him. Some of her fear vanished. Now she was looking at him as if he’d gone mad.

“I was thinking about asking for my T-shirt back.”

“What? Are you crazy? We’re trapped. There is probably not enough air in here for two people. We’ll starve to death before anyone finds us, and you are worried about your T-shirt, which I am not giving back, by the way.”

“You’ll starve long before me. I ate all my lunch.”

She was back to panic. “There has to be a button or a lever, some way to get out. She bumped against him as she turned, searching every inch of the walls. “Lift me up.”

His hands circled her waist and lifted her up as she patted the wood above them. When her breast bumped his eye, he groaned and she hit him hard on the head.