With my tears now dried, I stored the knife in my backpack, stood up, slung the backpack cross my shoulder and walked down the corridor towards what was now a dead end. I felt the need to examine the overgrown wall as if I might re-find the lost portal. While examining the wall, I noticed a flash of light to one side. I found almost hidden behind one of the massive trees and nearly overgrown with vines and shrubbery, a familiar looking doorknob. Feeling as if I was out of options, I reached for the knob.

I turned the knob. I opened the door. With a tingle and whoosh, I found myself back where I had started – in the reflective sphere.