Ding
I ran, and, ran, and ran down the hall, stopping at the last door. I stood there. I haven't been here in forever. I dug my cold key out of my pocket. The one I haven't touched in years. It jingled around as I stuck the point into the key slot. It was like playing a slot machine. What ever was behind this turn could be great, or terrible. I slowly rotated the key. I took my key out, and turned the knob with my hand. The door swung open. I dropped my bags.
"Dan?"
