Light flares out from me, and I feel a pins-and-needles sensation start at the top of my head and travel down to my toes, unexpected but not unpleasant. Looking at my companions, I can see blurry outlines around them, like they’re smeared oil paintings come to life. I only hope it’s an indication that my command has worked, something that we’ll know for sure in a moment since the elevator is slowing to a stop.

“Here goes nothing,” I say as the door opens and we step outside into the fading afternoon sunlight.

It takes me a second to get over my shock at seeing it’s nearly sunset—just how long were we underground?—before I can get my bearings. I’m startled to realize I know this place. We’ve come out right next to the Sydney Aquarium. Arryn wasn’t lying about the short distance to the wharf—Pier 26 is directly in front of us. Even better, there’s a Zoo Express ferry already docked and looking as if it’s soon to disembark.

“Quick,” Arryn says, grunting as she staggers forward with the breakout. “If we hurry, we can make it.”

I resist the urge to tell her to keep her mouth closed. We might be invisible—hopefully—but I didn’t make us inaudible.

Hauling Ward between us, Cami and I stumble after Arryn. I glance around nervously once we’re out of the elevator, certain that someone will be able to see us, or even question the elevator itself. But there are too many people walking by to notice anything out of the ordinary, too many tourists coming and going from the aquarium or lining up to visit Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum beside it. Others are distracted by the view of the picturesque harbor and the Pyrmont Bridge spanning the water—a bridge that I crossed with Falon’s children and Ward five weeks ago, the same day I revealed my Creator ability and learned that I wasn’t alone.

No, the people around us are much too busy staring at everything else to notice us, even if we’re huffing and puffing as we struggle to drag two unconscious bodies to the pier. My Spoken command must have worked, hiding us from view.

But that presents another problem: getting onto the actual boat.

Arryn seems to have no such concerns. She doesn’t hesitate to move across the gangplank when the sleepy-eyed attendant focuses on a trio of girls walking by. Cami and I follow Arryn’s lead, our task more challenging since we have to crab-walk sideways with Ward between us, unable to traverse the narrow plank side by side. The attendant has no idea we’ve slipped past him, the sounds of the sloshing water and white noise from the crowd covering the scrapes of Ward’s shoes dragging over the gangplank.