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office, passing Wiser kids as we went.  A couple of them greeted Amity.  When we reached the last girl, one I knew to be a senior also, Amity signaled me to stop.  She leaned down and whispered.  “Hey, I get what you’re doing, Lindsey, but give Magian High a chance.  If we can work together…”
    The girl looked at Amity with disappointment written all over her face.  “ You , Amity?  Of all people?  After what you were there and what they do to you here?”
    Amity stood up and drew a deep breath.  She had tears in her eyes and her lips were pressed firmly together.  Without another word, she limped into the main office.  I followed after her, glancing over my shoulder.  I realized that the Corporal transfers were the only ones who hadn’t been complaining or forming any kind of Protest.  I wondered if that was just a matter of time, or if they were way more adaptable than the rest of us.
    I knocked on the door to Miss Flinckey’s office, a sort of cubicle thing along the wall to the right .  The secretary looked over her glasses at us and smirked.  “She’s in the faculty lounge.”
    “We’ll have to get someone else,” I told Amity.
    “For a healing?” asked the secretary.  “Good luck with that.  All teachers are either in class or helping Mr. Blakely with the kids in the hall.  You need to get to class.”
    “Okay, thanks,” I said.
    Amity grabbed my wrist tightly and whispered, “We don’t have a pass.  We need to see Flinckey.”
    “The faculty lounge is up two flights of stairs,” I said, gesturing to her ankle.   “I’ll have to fly you up, and I don’t know if I’m strong enough.  It’s not that you’re heavy, but with the backpacks, too…”  Her eyes were pleading, and I gave in. “Okay, come on.”
    To my relief, the south stairs were empty, and we made it up the first flight without passing any more students or teachers.  The second flight, though, led to faculty-only type things on the third floor: their lounge, storage rooms, and record-keeping stuff.  By the time we got to the top, I was about ready to drop her from fatigue, but before I could, she slid out my arms and backed down a couple of steps, and with good reason.  There was no floor!   We could see the doors to the different rooms, and the walls of the hall stretching away, but the floor was gone.  We had a perfect view of the hall one story down, complete with students reading in “protest”.
    “Um…Is it normally like this?” asked Amity.  “Because I don’t remember ever looking up and seeing the third floor rooms just hanging there.”
    “I’ve only been up here a couple of times, but I’m pretty sure I would have noticed a missing floor,” I said.  “What do we do now?  The faculty lounge is over there, but I can’t fly that high off the ground.”
    Amity narrowed her eyes and looked at the space that should have had pale green and gray tiles on it.  “This isn’t right.”
    “No kidding.”
    “No, I mean it’s a ruse , a trick.”
    “How can you be sure?”
    “You told me yourself that Mages can’t actually make stuff disappear, so it has to be here.”
    “But—”
    She tugged her backpack off her shoulder and chucked it into the space before I could yell to stop.  It landed with a ploff exactly where it should have—if there had been a floor.  No one below indicated that they heard a thing.
    “How…?”
    “It’s some kind of optical illusion.  Probably put there to stop us Nomers from coming up here.”  She leaned, holding on to my arm, and hopped forward.  I flinched, afraid she would plummet, but there she stood.  She looked like she was flying.  A grin spread across her face and she signaled to me that I should join her.
    I took a step and felt solid ground underneath me.  It was so weird.  I picked up her backpack and handed it to her, and together we shuffled across the nothingness, trying not to look down, yet unable to look away from our