As Jessie and Ceara approached the wall where the numberless door materialized, Jessie took the keys out of her pocket and looked at Ceara as the door slowly materialized.
"Oh--my," Ceara uttered. "It's been--it's so--how very odd."
Jessie turned to Ceara. "Why don't you come with me?"
Ceara shook her head. "No, Jessie. This is a journey for the young."
"But Ceara--"
"No."
Jessie's forehead furrowed as she gazed at the old woman. Never before had she heard her sound so harsh. "Ceara? What is it? Are you afraid of the seam?"
"It is nothing. Now stop all this nonsense and get going. You are wasting valuable time. Remember everything the professor told you, and do not leave until Cate has picked your brains clean. If you do not know, say so. Don't guess. Don't make anything up."
Jessie nodded. "I could really use you in there."
Ceara waved her off. "Go now."