Lo and behold, the stairway petered out into nothing.

At the top, Poison Pie and I were loathe to leave. It was the last stairwell here. We did not want it to end. "Why don't you say something about Heidigger?", Poison Pie suggested, knowing full well I didn't know Heidigger any better than a shovel-bearing hole digger. I remained silent. There was nothing else to do but leave. I wasn't so upset; there was always more nowhere, and stairs leading to it. We headed back across the river, toward the Old City, haven of nowhere.