It seemed to have taken an age and a day, but at last the insect buzzed against a brightly colored tapestry on the fifth floor. At last!
On the other hand, Stan thought, he'd best be sure this wasn't another "shortcut" like that classroom had been a few passages back. The insect wanted to travel in straight lines, even when none were available.
With a yank, he pulled aside the tapestry and poked his face inside. "Aha!" Sure enough, there inside was Megan, as pretty as you please, all made up like Mab herself.