Paying no attention to the voice that hit her ears, Layla stopped where the approximate calculation of the door must have been. Not a door was seen but a lake that popped out through the glass. It was a mysterious black water line with illusions all around. Inky grass drew a rectangle on every side. Looking down at the water she could definitely see an odd door below the water.

Cautiously, she ducked deep into the water. Under the midnight water was the trace of the door. Her stomach filled with butterflies. Anxiously, she had to breathe so she went a little bit faster. Quickly she tugged the handle and then suddenly it was open. She walked along the corridor as if the lake was chucking her out. Tired, she lay down breathing heavily. The door was closed.  Awesomely her clothes were wet free as she returned back to the emporium. Was this just a dream?

Disappointedly, she sneakily walked through the curtains. Mr Whitlock called out. “Did you enjoy yourself? You have come back.”       

Layla nodded, unsure of how she was feeling .

“What usually happens ” Mr Whitlock told Layla, “you can go anywhere you like but you have to be curious when going somewhere also when you are warned not to do it. He slowly took off his shiny hat, stroked it and grinned.

Layla rushed out onto the path and then, suspiciously wanting to find out what was going to happen, she turned. Mike was gone! It was like he had never been in this world. She felt goosebumps and then she shivered.

Maybe a different day just not today she thought. She shrugged and walked home.

What nobody knew was that a pearl white dove was following her. It hid behind trees, and jumped over bushes. It stared as she disappeared through her door. It had no worries.