Sometimes, stairs become so ashamed of the fact that they go nowhere that they are driven to hiding themselves. It's alright. Nowhere is not for everyone.

I bent down to lift up the veil of foliage and sneak a peek at the stairs underneath but Poison Pie lifted one fist, the size of a catcher's mitt, high in the air, and I opted to step back, the secret of the stairs unrevealed. It takes a champion to protect the shyness and timidity of stairs like these.