I grabbed Henry's stuff and left the underpatch. From there, I moved beyond the glade and into the sea of tombstones. I walked and walked until I saw the gates. A few meters away from the gates is a barrier that kept me imprisoned in this cemetery. There's no way out of it even if I phased underground.
As I walk further, I saw it clearly with my own two eyes. The shimmering air. The iridescent prism that changes with the wind flow. I touched it and felt a slight jolt. But I kept pushing. First my hands, my head, my body and everything else.
For the first time in months, I was free. Joy overwhelmed me and so I laughed. It's good that no one is around. They'd think of Henry as a lunatic. Which isn't quite far from the truth.
Now that I'm unshackled, I ran across the street and into the rows of houses beyond. I ran until I could not see those rusting gates any longer. I ran until my feet lead me to wide swathe of land. But in the middle, a Victorian house stood. From every angle you look into it, this is the home that Henry described.