They stepped out into the crypt, Sarah and James letting the changelings pass them on their way out. The changelings didn’t seem to mind the dead, either the three honored heroes in their places or the skulls in stone cubbies on the walls. The empty eyes watched them make their way to a chunk of recessed wall, which Pharynx pressed just right. It swung out, and as it did the elevator doors ground closed. Though they’d been plain white metal inside, out here they looked like another stone wall. If I needed to find my way back here, I probably couldn’t.