"Welcome to the Dome," a female voice greeted them.
Although she was on board with the idea, Stephanie felt an unwelcome chill in her spine. Maybe it was because of that voice. Or, maybe it was because of the cooler temperature underground.
It was a machine-generated voice. It had the same coldness as the voice in the buses that told the passengers the name of the next stop and the caution warning like that.
As Stephanie could feel that the wheels came to a stop, Reynaldo's hand released the handle. Mark still held the handle in case the ramp still continued. But it was a flat area they were in, so Stephanie asked, "Are we here yet?"
Reynaldo answered clearly, "Yes. You both can take off your blindfold."
Stephanie reached the back of her head and untied the fabric. She pressed her palm to her lids a few times, coupled with blinking, to remove the blurriness of the vision once the blindfold was off.
