Eugene: Ducks Fly Together
Copyright© 2026 by Zefram
Chapter 1
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Inspired by the world of ElSol in A Master’s Ring. First chapter slow, much more fun to come! Highly recommend everyone read AMR first. James Zefram Cochran and the Valentine twins are growing up and building a life as Oregon Ducks….. hoping to be almost normal college students. Normal... with the backing of the Brotherhood, the Cymry, nearly unlimited resources, a growing 'harem' of intelligent motivated women, a resort style ranch and a fast jet. But their enemies remain a deadly threat.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft ft/ft Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Fan Fiction School Science Fiction Incest DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory
“No wheelchair! I am walking out of here on my own two feet,” Maggie said with determination.
“That’s my girl,” I replied, “on my arm then.”
We were leaving the Hillsboro, Oregon lab with the medical technology that no hospital on Earth possessed. The leader of which stood by our side, an intense but personable Japanese man in his fifties. I had called him Tanaka-hakase only once, when we first met. I was quickly corrected. Everyone knew him as Nate.
He was successful not only as a scientist and owner of medical laboratories spanning from Japan to the US West Coast, but he also led the council of the Brotherhood.
Yesterday, I had been upstairs in Nate’s office with Gwendolen, mother of my Gwen, but also the only Sibling council member of the Cymry. Everyone called her Gwen, too, which got confusing when they were together. I tried to call her Gwen-senior or Gwendolen. While Maggie and Molly were enduring another round of testing and bloodletting before they left the lab for home, Nate and Gwendolen wanted to talk to me privately.
“We have a present for you, Z,” Gwendolen handed me a battered, cheap plastic case. I opened it to find an equally unimpressive football mouthguard. It looked used and disgusting, and solid black. Hey, it was a nice version at least, with an attached lip guard, but geez!
“Great! If ever I ever played football again, I’d have a spare mouthguard, well broken in even,” I said sarcastically. “But I know you guys well enough to know things are never how they seem.”
“You never know for certain; you might play again. The Oregon football coach was excited to hear you are moving to Eugene ... though not enrolled.” Nate mused.
“Billionaire, playboy tight end, every coach’s dream!” I laughed and waved a hand dismissively. “So tell me, what is up with this?”
Gwendolen answered, “It is a well-disguised memory device. Put it on whenever it turns black, and it will give you appropriate memories ... as you are ready for them.”
“What, no memory stone, headgear, memory ring or earpiece? That’s what all the cool science fiction writers use.”
Nate and Gwendolen laughed with gusto. “Gwen gave me a mouthguard too ... but less well disguised.”
Gwendolen added, “Even though your mouthguard will work only for you, no one would suspect, or ever try it. It does look disgusting. The lips and tongue are extraordinarily nerve ending-rich, which makes the interface much more immediate. We could have given you an implant, but assumed you would be suspicious of that option.”
“Yeah, I already have enough voices in my head.” I retorted. “Also, I trust you guys, but I already feel like I am being led around by my nose too often.
“Seriously, I am so grateful to both of you. Nate has been like a father to me in these crazy times. I know you risked much to help me and the twins. The politics and decisions you faced must have been brutal; despite that, you have always been there for us.
“And Gwendolen, you gave me the technology that saved us more than once. The information you have supplied has always been honest, though maddeningly ... drip, drip, drip at times. Last but not least, you gave me your daughter. Or she took me, regardless, we are fortunate to be together.”
“Z, this device should help. It will still be drip, drip, drip, as you say. But more timely and more detailed. And you will have control when you use it. This knowledge is ... a lot. Knowledge supplied too early could cause you to take premature action.” Gwendolen said.
“Or actions not in your master plan? Thus, my feeling of being led by my nose?”
Gwendolen laughed, “Or cock.”
“Fuck! True!”
“Take this home tonight and try it. At first, they may be broad history lessons. Later it will fill in with more and more details, including specific memories of those who came before.”
“Will some of my memories be included someday?”
“Most definitely.” Gwendolen responded.
“I don’t know how I feel about that.”
“Z, you will be one of the most important figures in the history of the Brotherhood, when it is all said and done.” Nate added.
“If he survives.”
“I can hope! By the way, just how many of these devices exist?” I asked.
“Eight for the Cymry. In the Brotherhood right now, only two ... yours and Nate’s.” Gwendolen replied.
“Damn, now I feel special!”
Maggie looked amazing, considering she had died over five weeks ago, revived, and had emerged from a coma less than a week ago. Her five foot seven-inch body was even slimmer than usual, down ten pounds from her normal hard body of one hundred and thirty pounds. Holding her arm, she felt frail. She had lost muscle mass and was still weak from the month-plus in bed with a severe spinal cord injury, burns, and a multitude of other torture injuries. As much as the Cymry technology had aided in her recovery, Maggie’s own Bloodline genetics were the primary driver.
My mind drifted. Less than a year ago, I was an Iowa kid expecting to play tight end at a Big Ten school. I moved to Oregon, met the twins, found out I was a product of eugenics myself, my father died, got inducted into the Brotherhood, inherited a massive amount of bitcoin, saved the twins from being killed off by their own kind, joined them in developing their powers.
Oh yeah, my financial savant Maggie sold off all my bitcoin at its highest point, then shorted bitcoin and put me on the road towards being the wealthiest man/kid in Oregon. Suck it, Phil Knight, we’re coming for you. Well, if Maggie is right. Otherwise, half of my recently gained fortune will be gone.
And the twins and I are moving to Eugene to be Ducks, along with my newly acquired ‘harem’.
And now, with the Cymry mouthguard, every time I used it, would my entire life, successes and failures, be uploaded for others to review someday?
“Z? Z? We lost you for a moment.”
“I’m good, just reflecting on my crazy life. Let’s walk out to the car.”
Nate hugged Maggie, then Molly, then Doris Alex. “Hey, where’s my hug, Nate?”
Nate laughed. “Get lost, Z, but take care of these three.”
When the door opened, the clapping of the rest of the medical and lab staff greeted us, lined up on both sides all the way to the limousine parked out front. More crying and hugs ensued. Maggie struggled to stay standing. I gently helped her into the back of the limo. She would be fine, but her road to recovery was still young. Molly, Doris Alex, Maggie and I leaned back in the leather seats and sighed in relief.
“We have a driver and a co-pilot?” Molly noticed.
I nodded, “Security. And we have a black SUV following us with two more.”
“Just till we figure out Hawaii?” Doris Alex asked.
“No, it is our new reality. Should have done it earlier, after Maggie made us our first couple of billion. We can afford it. And can’t afford not to.”
My thoughts went back to the day Molly woke up. Her injuries were less horrific, so she recovered first. “Do you remember what happened?” I asked.
“I. Remember. Every. Thing.” She bit out the words slowly.
“Molly, we’ll get the fuckers who did this.”
Molly asked for water, then choked on a sip and said, “No need. Maggie and I already took care of them.”
“What?” Nate asked, also in the medical bay.
“After we put them to sleep, we portaled their asses out to sea.” She grimaced in remembrance.
“Which way, how far?” Nate asked again.
“I dunno, a few hundred miles maybe.”
“We picked up the signal of one ring two hundred and fifty miles south for a few minutes ... thought it was a glitch.” Nate informed.
“Maggie was unconscious. Neither of us could use our hands anyway, but I planted the suggestion in that one bitch to put our rings on ... right before we portaled them.”
“So they should all be dead? Some were female?” I asked.
“Damn well should be, and yeah, two were. One of those evil bitches started the burning of Maggie. Now they are all burning in hell, if there is one.”
“Molly, you knew we were on our way. Why did you risk portaling them instead of just escaping?” I asked.
Tears flowed down her cheeks. I waited her out as she cried. “To save you, Z; I knew you would kill them, or direct others to end them. I did not want you to become a killer because of me. Even though they had to die.”
My lips kissed her tears away, then I held her. “Oh, Molly, this isn’t your fault.” I said sincerely.
She cried harder, then gained control and looked at me with hardened eyes. “I wish it wasn’t so Z, but yes, it is. My childishness led me to want to sit on a warm beach, and I was pissed that you were sick. Damn it, Z, I feel like I am losing my mind. I may not make it.”
“Then it is time to bring this up. Gwen tells me she can make the memories fade until they become like only a movie in your mind. Or, she can wipe the memories out forever.” I said.
“The neuralyzer you joked about? Like from Men in Black?” Molly chuckled, then coughed, then the tears flowed. “Don’t wipe my mind, Z, but do the fade thing right now ... I am barely hanging on to my sanity.”
I nodded. We made it so. And did the same for Maggie when she regained consciousness the next day, without asking her. Later, they both talked about what happened that day. Several times with minimal tears. It was indeed as if they were only recalling a movie.
Another win for the Cymry. They say there are no survivors when this type of horror happens. The question is how much of their minds and personality still exists after. But this one time, with the Cymry technology, Maggie and Molly survived virtually intact.
Maggie was asleep, cuddled up with me, when we hit a rather large Oregon pothole. We were close to the subdivision, and her eyes fluttered open. “We are dropping you and Molly off so you can spend the night with your parents. Security will stay outside after they clear the house. We’ll pick you up at nine in the morning and drive to Eugene.”
“But what about you and Doris Alex?” Maggie asked.
“Don’t worry. Security is already at my house.”
After our security swept the twin’s house, I helped Maggie to the door and then inside. Their adoptive parents both gave curt nods as Maggie and Molly sat down in the living room after hugs and tears. They had much to talk about.
That night, I went into my old bedroom alone, rinsed the mouthguard off, sat on the chair and put it in. It fit tightly in my mouth and against my lips. When I bit down, this first time was not all that whiz-bang in my mind. Instead, it was a gentle retelling of history I already knew. Almost boring without special effects.
One Brother after another spoke to me, sitting across a desk, or standing near me. One female Brother was actually standing in a classroom among four ‘students’.
The memories droned on, one Brother after another...
The Society included Brothers who were dominant, and Siblings who were submissive. That was the simplistic description. The sex of it. But in reality, it was so much more. The Brotherhood had existed for well over two thousand years. Men, and more recently women, who were the doers, thinkers, and leaders in the world ... bound in mutual aid ... and lots of sex.
Siblings! A crazy situation layered on top of the Brotherhood. The Japanese had their samurai and geishas. The geishas preserved Japanese culture, and the samurai were warriors. But they existed separately.
Brothers and Siblings? Siblings would not exist without the Brotherhood. They came much later after the Brotherhood. Did they start out as simple concubines? A thousand years ago, with records destroyed ... only speculation remained.
Siblings were not ordinary. Not the mediocre. They became doctors, scientists, teachers, everything ... but without the need to be in control. They hungered for the leadership of the Brotherhood. And the Brotherhood used them as tools. Sex, power, politics. Furthering the Brotherhood’s agenda.
The history lesson continued. Really, nothing new. Nothing earth-shattering. My mind wandered. Then I heard the name ‘David,’ from one of the Brothers. “No Brother has all the information, David. Accepting a ring gives you a right to more, but never all. You will have access to the resources necessary...”
Damn it! I wish I had been paying more attention. Was this guy talking to David Feather, my biological father? Could I rewind this! The answer to the latter seemed to be no. I was kicking myself. Now I’d pay attention.
I had bemoaned the lack of action in the memories. Entertain me; don’t lecture. Got my wish. The next memory was pure porn, a blond sucking a guy’s cock. I was seeing through his eyes; she had her eyes locked onto his. I did not recognize her, but she was definitely enjoying her work.
Then, a tremendous explosion. There was no incoming whistle or whiz, just the shattering explosion. I imagined not a mortar but a supersonic howitzer shell, or a planted bomb. But it must not have been a direct hit, as the house was still standing. The man stood and swept the woman up into his arms. Smoke and debris everywhere. No colors in the dust and gloom, so I did not see blood, although I somehow felt wetness and pain. He was moving fast, going downstairs into a basement. Towards a double-leaf blast door ... in a basement! The blast door was partly open. Only for a second or two, as the man moved closer, I saw the face of a terrified young woman inside ... and in the safe room’s light, red hair. I just knew who it was; context is everything. Doris Alex. Another explosion, this one a direct hit. And the memory abruptly ended.
Nothing happened for a couple of moments. Almost as if the device knew I needed to catch my breath and get under control again. My hands were shaking. Shit, I was even drooling. As I was trying to remove the mouthpiece, another series of memories began ... personal and recent. Now I was accessing Nate and Gwendolen, and another member of the Cymry council I did not know...
I’d never known exactly how much pressure Nate had been under to end our lives; instead, he was there, patiently helping every step of the way. Calling for enforcers to deal with us would have been much easier for him. And most of his council argued just that. I saw each of their faces and heard their voices, but I recognized none of them. The mere continued existence of the twins and me was a threat to the Brotherhood.
Instead, he pushed hard and brought me in as the youngest Brother in modern history. I did not know until seeing these memories just how close the twins and I had come to being killed. This had been extremely high risk, both for us and Nate; with my immaturity and the twins hell-bent on the destruction of everyone around them.
As if that wasn’t complicated enough, I was fucking his daughter too. Yes, I brought Hanna along as a new Sibling, now blazing her own path. But almost any father would have viewed me as only an arrogant threat to his family. Initially, he was not the exception. When he’d shown me the gun that night in his office, I could feel his anger building as I viewed the memory now. But I had won him over.
And now I was ripping these thousand - year symbiotic relationships asunder; if I had thought long and hard about it. But I was not thinking; I was doing. The twins were not my tools; they were my partners. And as I added additional crested Siblings, what was driving me? Sex? Or did I somehow know they were necessary pieces of the puzzle? Once completed, a powerful family, not me wielding tools.
What did the Brotherhood think of me, this new kid? Was it Nate who convinced them of my value? Or the council acting as a thinking body? I saw the memories and still didn’t know. However it happened; I did not receive the normal crest of a new Brother. Instead of a dragon, bear, or other powerful animal, my crest was of the Gemini constellation ... protector of the twins.
And then more memories ... I was presented with the long ‘lost’ branch of the Society called the Cymry, who were in the early stages of reunification with the Society. They had separated during an ancient, brutal purge. This was interesting seeing the Cymry’s memories. This reminded me of the US government’s actions against Native Americans. Though even more brutal. The Cymry did not endure a Trail of Tears or get placed on reservations; if found, they were exterminated.
Both the Society and the Cymry needed each other. The Society had much more economic and political power but suffered from seemingly endless brutal purges and internal fighting. The Society had the numbers ... a maximum of two thousand Brothers and eighteen thousand Siblings worldwide. Though after the most recent purges, the number of Brothers had declined.
The Society also had Sibling Bloodlines who had practiced some covert eugenics to breed abilities into Sibling offspring. The Valentine twins, Maggie and Molly, were the most powerful Bloodline creation. Terrifying, yet now a hope for the future of the Society.
The Cymry were a convenient descriptor of the small branch that escaped the Society and had gone into hiding in Wales and Scandinavia. The key power of the Cymry was their otherworldly technology. While they may have refined the technologies they wielded, it was evident that it came from a mysterious ‘benefactor’. Their technology had most recently contributed to saving the life of Maggie. In Antigua, their technology proved vastly enhanced to anything known to humankind, and might also end the Brotherhood’s need for internal purges with selective memory wipes instead.
I learned nothing about the Cymry’s benefactor. So completely missing from otherwise detailed memories, I almost wondered if no aliens existed. But how could the Cymry wield such technology? It was almost as if the technology itself was the benefactor. As I saw this unfold, I remembered the movie 2001: A Space Odyssey. Shit ... there were no aliens in that movie!
Then the device carried my mind away to the very recent past. The Cymry and Nate had argued well on my behalf. But it also seemed that I had passed every test of both the Brotherhood and Cymry. Maggie and Molly had become fine Siblings; their power harnessed for potential good. Every step, from Doris Alex to Gwen, was accepted as the work of a genius. Or unwitting ‘lucky boy’. There were still those in that camp, but fewer than before.
I was the great unifier of the Brotherhood, and the Cymry, while taming the Valentine twins. The voice in my head that spoke to me? They didn’t seem aware. Or if they knew, they didn’t care. The Cymry were completely on my side. As long as I was a doer, not a thinker. Did they realize many times I came close to being paralyzed by the thought of schizophrenia? Jason!
And then it stopped. I pulled out the mouthguard. It had turned from completely black to colorless and transparent. This had been too much. And I might have missed some important things. I was still kicking myself. What details had I missed before I heard the word David?
Those few minutes had been traumatic. Did this mean David died in the attack? Had I seen Doris Alex miraculously survive? I’d have to ask her if she had been in the basement behind a partially closed blast door.
The revelations about Nate and the Cymry told me to grow the fuck up and be the leader they, and my Siblings needed. Yet, at the same time, I needed to just do it, not think so much.
Overcast skies and a chilly breeze with temps a few degrees above freezing greeted us as Doris Alex and I got into the limo. It was supposed to rain again and get up to the mid-50s. Typical Oregon weather for the third week of March. Picking up the twins was uneventful. Molly almost had her old bounce back; Maggie was still struggling, but every day would be better.
I decided to keep my Beaverton house even after we moved to Eugene. The cost was negligible, and it gave me a place to sleep when I brought the twins home occasionally to see their adoptive parents.
Today was a brief tour of the estate, then off to the airport to board our brand new Gulfstream G650 and fly back to Antigua. We had discussed canceling the trip, but decided we could all use the escape. Plus, I really wanted to check out our new wings.
A ten-foot by six-foot white Carrara marble slab embedded in a rock wall greeted us on the right as we pulled up onto our newly private street. Large maroon letters engraved and painted “Flying V Ranch,” and ducks in flight were lightly etched and unpainted. Straight ahead was a massive iron gate with a low rock wall extending out on both sides.
The gate opened, and we drove past an Italian-style guardhouse with wheat-colored stucco walls and a reddish-orange terracotta roof. No one was at the window as we drove down black basalt cobblestone towards the house on the right. Two new modest Brother homes were on the left, in stucco and terracotta. A little further was the start of a clubhouse being built for the par-three golf course that was in the earthmoving phase.
They ripped up and recreated the existing roadbed about thirty yards further to the left of the house, allowing for a sweeping, wide roundabout in front of the main house with a multi-bubbler cascade fountain in the middle. The effect was stunning, but more shocking was that the house was unrecognizable from what I had purchased a few months ago. It was now the same stucco and terracotta as the guardhouse and two smaller houses. The sun peeked briefly from the clouds; a ray of light lit the stucco alive. Home.
The size of the house had expanded massively. What had been a one-story with a partial two story, was now all two-story with a three-story addition around the main entrance. It had the look of a modern Italian villa with a castle vibe, complete with three turrets.
Two mother-daughter teams waited in the drive for us. Teresa and Lisa were both my crested Siblings. Teresa, having undergone a transformation accomplished by DNA transfer from the twins. Besides saving her life from a rare, deadly disease, the DNA had resulted in a side effect where forty plus year old Teresa was now the same age as the twins. The same transformation Doris Alex had undergone. Now all my crested Siblings, other than Lisa and Gwen, looked eighteen years old at most. Lisa was in her early twenties.
The two Gwens, Gwendolen and Gwen, stood next to each other. The younger being my recently crested Sibling who looked almost exactly like Morfydd Clark, slim, auburn hair, five foot two, green eyes and a perfect for her body... 34B breasts. To speed the reunification with the Cymry, I had agreed to her becoming my crested Sibling, and now she was almost three months pregnant with my baby. She was completing her doctorate in Aeronautics and Astronautics at the ripe old age of twenty-four at Stanford. Gwen had come up to see the estate and join us for spring break in Antigua.
Gwen’s mother, whom we had met in the technology-driven Antigua house dungeon as an avatar and helped save Maggie’s life at the Hillsboro lab, also joined us. Her Cymry workers had created something special for us below the estate that none of us had yet to see.
I threw my arms in the air after the three of us exited the car. “How is this possible?”
Teresa laughed, “Amazing what double boatloads of money can do!”
“Is any of this still the original house?” I asked.
“Um, let’s just go take a look at what we have now.” Teresa blushed and motioned.
“I admit it looks absolutely fantastic from the outside. Let’s get the wheelchair out of the trunk ... just in case.”
Maggie started to protest, but relented when I raised my hand, giving her the stop sign.
Teresa began her spiel, “Now we have the incredible owners’ suite plus twelve more bedrooms and fifteen bathrooms, three elevators and...”
I raised my hand again in the stop sign, “I love you Teresa, but we already own it. No need for the realtor speech, let’s just enjoy the experience first.”
Teresa was wearing casual clothes, as was everyone else, since we were traveling right after the tour. Still, her striped sleeveless shirt, half unbuttoned with matching trousers, seemed out of place when she opened both of the two ten-foot high wood doors and stood back. Her casual outfit clashed with the elegance she was unveiling. This was truly palatial!
Definitely not the same house, outside or in. From the entryway, polished white with very fine light grey veining, marble floor flowed all the way to the back of the house, through two-story high glass doors and windows, past the green fir tree landscaping and out to the low coastal range mountains.
Matching curved marble stairways framed the shot. With the black metal handrails and second-floor railings forming a heart shape. The most jaw-dropping entryway I have ever seen. Gawd, was it a hundred feet of marble flooring to the back wall of glass? A crystal chandelier completed the look.
“Stop! No one go in yet. Everyone take a turn at just viewing this from the doorway, one by one.” I commanded. And they did. Gasping quietly, taking it all in. Maggie broke the reverent thoughts of everyone by saying, “Damn, not even through the front door and I need the wheelchair!”
Maggie plopped into the wheelchair I presented with a sigh. She was a trooper. I kissed her cheek and lightly squeezed her shoulder, “Pace yourself, my love.”
“Whatever we paid for this view, it was worth it.” I spoke.
“Now, this is a construction zone, so much is unfinished, but we worked to get this entry complete, and the owner’s suite bedroom.” Teresa smiled. “By the way, the construction crews enjoyed a much-deserved day of rest today, allowing us to tour.”
I nodded, then said, “Teresa, lead the way to the master bedroom, please.” This woke owner’s suite stuff was silly to me. All my crested Siblings were ultimately owners. And, hey! I was the Brother, so master worked, it was my bedroom.
We hung a left. I brought up the rear, wheeling Maggie down a wide hallway, past the unfinished kitchen, dining room, and two other large rooms to where Teresa opened another set of double doors.
“Damn, my Alaska King Biggie, twelve feet by nine feet, looks positively small in the room!”
Teresa laughed, “Look closer, my love, your old bed is elsewhere. This is your new Alaska King Biggie Max. Thirteen feet by nine feet.”
“Damn!” I said, then took in the entire room. Wide plank real hickory flowed to the glass doors leading to a private patio. The bed, two leather couches, and a chair still left a lot of exposed wood floor. The twenty foot tall ceiling was beige with exposed hickory beams. As I looked up, Teresa giggled and said, “Yes, there are surprises installed above.”
I thought back to my bedroom in Antigua. Well then, alright! My Tom Petty and Field of Dreams artwork tastefully decorated one portion of the wall. But next to it was a curiously blank space, except for a wood and steel design jutting out slightly. I walked over and rubbed my fingers along it. “Yes, cool surprises there too for the Master who has everything.” Teresa smiled.
I walked into the enormous bathroom and was pleased. “Damn, we can all shower at once in here, and the hot tub is decent-sized. And huge skylights way above for natural light.”
I turned around. There was curious woodwork along the back wall. “Elevator?” I asked.
“Yes, but it is not complete yet.”
“But there is nothing above ... oh, so it goes down.” I said.
“Yes, Gwendolen jumped in. We’ll explore the underground this summer. A Cymry team has been tunneling here for months.”
We move on, checking out all the unfinished bedrooms along a long hallway. Then we used the one working elevator to explore the bedrooms upstairs as well. Each room was spacious with a nice-sized bathroom ... when completed.
“So, Teresa, earlier you said there were twelve bedrooms plus my master?”
“Yes, Z, that is correct.”
“So, this is stunning, but the numbers don’t quite work out. I wanted a bedroom for each crested Sibling, plus a couple of children’s rooms, plus the opportunity for Siblings in the sorority to live here if they desired.”
Teresa grinned, “In the main house, the twelve bedrooms go to nine crested Siblings, plus three bedrooms for children to come. If needed, we can easily expand for more children’s bedrooms.”
“Nine crested Siblings? Who said that?”
“Um, I was told to plan for a full softball team.”
I laughed; they had me there. But at least we had plenty of room. “But, what about the other sorority Siblings that might want to live here?”
Teresa beamed. “You did not even see the bunkhouse coming in did you? A new berm and landscaping hide it well.”
“I know this is becoming a ranch, but I would not expect Siblings to want to live in a bunkhouse like cowboys ... or cowgirls.”
“They will want to live in my version! Come, let’s look. I wheeled Maggie as we walked all the way back to the main entrance, then down another hallway, to a half flight of steps down and into a huge, wide, and long building. We left Maggie’s wheelchair at the stairs, and I helped her down.