Suddenly, the thick wooden door in the wall creaked open and a tiny, wizardish looking man shuffled out. With surprising speed, he moved to the hands and slapped it on the top. It instantly collapsed into a small black triangle with a picture of a fist on it.

“Sorry about that,” wheezed the little wizard. “They’re always escaping.” I nodded slowly, an awkward smile spreading across my face. The little wizard picked up the triangle and shuffled towards the door. “Come on then,” he said. “There’s all manner of creatures in these woods at night that you don’t want to meet.”

Obediently, the girl and I followed. What choice did we have? The little wizard led us through a courtyard into what looked like a small house.

“Let’s get you two to bed,” he said. “Lots to do tommorrow.” He led us down a dimly lit hall to two doors adjacent to one another. “Go ahead and choose,” he said. “They’re both the same.”

I chose the door on the left.