"What?" Her head jerked in my direction, again.
"Nothing. So," I said, maybe a little too hastily, "What happens, now?"
"Okay." I glanced around, trying to appear nonchalant. I rocked a bit on my heels. "Okay," I repeated.
Something in her face changed, and it went oddly placid as her eyes watched something in the far distance. She stood.
"What are you doing?"
She lifted a knee, brought the foot down to several centimeters above the ground. A smile edged crookedly across her face as she levered her knee up and down again.
"Uhm. Hello?" I was afraid that she had forgotten about me - or, well, maybe not. "Something wrong?"
"Would I be smiling if something were wrong?"
Well, possibly, I thought.
She stepped up with the other foot, bounced a bit, and ran... up. Her feet bent over the edges of the stairs, the only indication they were there, and, several yards up, she turned back to me.
"You coming, then?"
I gaped. A grim-faced eel sidled up, paused, and swam around the invisible staircase. I nudged the bottom step with a foot. I stepped hesitantly up. It creaked.
She managed to read the horror on my face even from her height. "There's always a creaky step, you know."