Both feet touch down in perfect alignment. Sand squishes beneath my sneakers.

A beach.

I feel invincible.

Without pausing to gloat or gawk, I continue down the course until I sense the image of another cliff face. Apparently this isn't a beach, it's a gorge. And now I have to get back up the other side.

Before I can call up another wind, I hear Xander say, Complete the puzzle.

Puzzle? What puzzle?

There is a stack of wooden planks, each about two feet long, and a pair of long pieces of lumber with funny-shaped holes cut into them at regular intervals. I pick up one of the planks, feeling for any clues, and find that the ends of that plank are the same shape as one of the holes in either long piece. Laying the two long pieces out two feet apart, I fit the ends of the plank into the corresponding hole. When I pick up the next plank, it has a different shape atthe ends, which matches up to another pair of holes in the long pieces. I click that plank into place and realize I must be building a ladder. I quickly grab the rest of the planks, locking them into their corresponding holes. When I'm done, there is only one set of holes left in the two long pieces, the uprights. I double-check that there isn't another plank lying around. Nope, I've used them all.

I lift the ladder to set it against the cliff, and it falls apart.

"Aaargh!" All my work just evaporated.

Clearly, I missed something. I quickly repeat my procedure. When I get to the point where there is just one set of holes left, I stop to think. Maybe the ladder fell apart because this set of holes was left empty. So I need to fill them, even though there aren't any more planks.

I smack myself on the forehead. How could I be so dumb? If there aren't any more planks, then I need to neofactureone!

Seconds later, I'm plugging the plank I created into the ladder, setting it against the cliff, and climbing to the edge above.

I totally rock.

I feel the heat one rung before I reach the top. It's scalding, like someone just opened the oven door. Ignoring the urge to climb back down, I try to get a clear picture of what I'm facing.

Flames.

I see a huge wall of flames, blocking me from climbing up onto the level surface above. Fire. That has to do with-I cling to the ladder with one hand while I wipe at my sweaty brow with the other- photomorphosis.Controlling light and fire.

The heat is getting worse, closer. I take a deep breath to clear myhead, but my lungs fill with smoke. Fighting my instinct to shimmy back down to the gorge-or to rely on Stella's protection- I concentrate on controlling the fire.

I picture the flames shrinking, receding, backing away from the cliffs edge. Slowly, the heat fades. When I can no longer see fire in my mind, I haul myself up the ladder and dive onto the safety of solid ground.

As much as I want to lie on my back, sucking in deep, smoke-free breaths, I want to finish this course more. Climbing to my feet, I push forward.

When I reach a broad, open field, I stop. Something isn't right. Too easy. It looks like a big grassy spot, but something tickles at my brain.

I center myself, focusing all my energy on the field and what I'm not seeing in my mind. As I focus, my image changes, and I see a series of open pits, holes in the otherwise level earth.

Aha! Viseocryption.Someone must have cloaked the opening of the pits with an image of grass. Now that I can see the holes, I avoid them as I navigate through the field. The path ducks back into the woods and winds around until it reaches a shallow canyon with adecent-size river running through. An old, rickety rope bridge spans the canyon. It looks like an overweight butterfly could send it crashing into the current below. There's no way it will support me-even at my training weight.

There could be another way across, upriver or farther down. Even though I can't see through the sash, I turn my head as I try to see if there is a more reliable-looking bridge over the canyon. Fromthe corner of my mental vision, I see the image of the bridge flicker. The rickety-looking version fades and a far more substantial wooden bridge appears in its place.

When I turn back, I see the rickety bridge again. Someone must have cloaked it, too. I reach forward, expecting to feel the solid bridge under my fingers. Instead, I feel fraying rope.

The sturdy bridge must have been altered, not cloaked. Viseomutated.

It only takes a second to reverse the visiomutation,and then I'm scurrying across the bridge.

I'm starting to think nothing can surprise me. Until I turn a corner and sense Stella, Adara, and Xander blocking my path.

"What?" I ask. "Did I do something wrong? I didn't use the protection."

Why else would they be here?

When they don't answer, I say, "Okay, guys. If I haven't screwed up, then get out of my way so I can finish."

They just stand there, immobile and silent. Maybe this is some kind of mental mirage. But when I reach forward, half expecting my hand to go right through Stella, my palm hits her shoulder.

"What?" I ask, louder this time. As if maybe they didn't hear me.

Nothing. Absolute silence.

But there is something about the looks I'm sensing on their faces, like they're concentrating really hard, that makes me think I'm missing something. I can practically feel Stella's gray eyes burn into mine, and not in her favorite I'd-smote-you-if-I-could way. It's like she's trying to tell me something.

What on earth is she trying to say? I stare right back at her. Maybe if I concentrate hard enough I can read her-

Choose.

I hear the word as clearly as if she'd said it out loud. Only, she hasn't spoken-not out loud or in my head. This was outsidemy head, if that makes any sense.

She smiles, like she's glad I figured it out. Figured what out? Choose. What on earth does that mean?

I turn to Adara, like she might have answers. She's still concentrating. I try my trick again, of staring back at her and concentrating-

Door.

I definitely heard that. And it was definitely outside my head. Maybe I really did read their minds.

Duh! Psychospection.

I turn my attention on Xander and read his thought.

Three.

Choose. Door. Three.

Choose door three?

Before I can ask any questions, Stella, Adara, and Xander shimmer away. Apparently I cleared that obstacle.

Around another corner, I find the answer to my question. There are three doors-very Alice in Wonderland-eachwith a big gold number on the front.

"Door number three, then," I mutter to myself as I pull the door open.

As soon as I step through the door, I can't move. I'm frozen mid-step. It's like someone turned on a freeze machine, but my brain doesn't know it's supposed to be frozen. I can still think and hear and see my surroundings, but I feel like someone shut off all my muscles.

Help.I try to scream. But I can't open my mouth. No sound vibrates in my throat. I can't call out for help.

I start to panic. My heart is beating faster than it ever has. Tears well in my eyes.

Help,I try again. Help, help, help.

That's not working. Maybe someone is still close by, watching out for me. Maybe they'll see that I chose the wrong door-or whatever sent me into this trap-and come save me.

After what feels like several torturous hours-but was probably like two minutes-I realize no one is coming. Stella and her posse aren't going to rescue me. I can't scream to let them know I'm in trouble.

There has to be another way.

If they can't hear my voice, maybe they can hear my mind.

Help,I say with my mind. I focus my mental communication, my psychodictation,on Stella because I know her best. That might make my efforts easier. Please, I beg. Help. I'm trapped. Set me free.

Instantly, I'm free and stumbling forward onto my hands and knees.

All you had to dowas ask,Stella replies.

"Aaargh!" I scream at no one. I should have known it was just another obstacle.

I take a minute, allowing my heart rate and adrenaline levels to return to the vicinity of normal, before moving on. Right now I just want this stupid obstacle course done.

I tear ahead, focused on finishing to the exclusion of everything else. I almost don't see the barricade of briar bushes until it's too late. At the last second, their image flashes into my mind-thanks to self-preserving corpoprotection,probably. I don't have time to do anything but react. Instinct and some corpopromotionsuperstrength send me high-jumping over the barricade, and landing safely on the other side.