Sarah looked at the door. The light was doing strange things now. It looked like the door was bulging out towards her. She looked back at Steven.
“What should I do?”
“That’s what you have to decide.”
“But I’m scared. I think I should just go home. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I just thought you wanted to go on an adventure.”
“I do, but I want to know what’s going to happen. I want to know what to expect.”
“But,” said Steven, “that’s not an adventure then is it? That’s like a theme park ride.”
Sarah looked at Steven. His bright blue eyes were looking very deeply into hers. He seemed to be half imploring her to go and half upset to be having to explain everything.
Sarah didn’t know what to do. She looked down at the table. Every normal, sensible part of her brain was telling her to flee. But there was something so desperately fascinating about the door. She got up and walked towards it. The ground seemed to be getting hotter and hotter as she got closer and closer to the door. She worried for a second about touching the metal handle. So she pulled her sleeve down over her hand and opened the door. The white light flooded the whole room. Sarah could hardly look forward. But she stepped gingerly over the threshold. And the door slammed behind her. Steven wasn’t with her.
Sarah turned and she realised that she couldn’t see anything. Everything in all directions was white. She closed her eyes and opened them nothing had changed. She closed her eyes again and held them closed for longer. The light was so bright that even having her eyes closed didn’t seem to make much of a difference. Everything was simply pink instead of white.
Sarah could suddenly feel something soft on her back. And a breeze. Some slight breeze was curling across her face. She opened her eyes and she realised she was back in the field lying in the grass. Sarah felt like she’d just woken up.
It couldn’t have been a dream, thought Sarah. It had seemed far too real for that. She’d had vivid dreams before but only quick moments nothing as sustained as this.
Sarah couldn’t believe that it had only been a dream. It was so disappointing. She stood up. Deciding to go back home. As she picked up her book something fell out and landed on the grass. It was the picture Steven had taken of her. And on the bottom in the white section there was some writing:
“Choosing to go through the door means that you’re ready. I’ll come and fetch you in a few days. P.T.O.”
Sarah turned over the polaroid and on the bottom of this side it said:
“By the way you’ve been spelling my name wrong in your mind, love, Stephen Shawe”.
Sarah walked down the hill not knowing what to expect next.
Stephen and Sarah will return.