What Jono would find was, instantly, a featureless white space. No floor visible, only fog rolling around up to his ankles. No landmarks, no sun, no sky. Just white.

"Can you find me?" The voice was everywhere and nowhere at once, before a thousand-million shadow-Emmas clad in different clothes faded in-and-out of view. Ghosts in streets that didn't exist. "Why put up walls when you can be an open book?"

Emma, it should be stated for the record, was kinda a bitch.