Tick, tock went the pocket watch. The man Amilia had shown to the front desk was still waiting for the ever elusive, Miss. Annabelle.

“This Miss. Annabelle person is very unpunctual.” He said looking down to his pocket watch once again. He then tightened his tie and struggled to stay in his suit. His suit, as you could say, was a bit small for him, and he hadn’t worn it in a long time either. “Err…” He growled. “How can anyone stand such uncomfortable clothes!?” He pulled on his collar and unbuttoned his cufflinks. He looked all messy about now, and was still upset that no one was there. He turned around and paced, after another five minutes, he noticed something on the desk. 

Sorry we’re closed. It was a sign on her desk, it seemed like it was hidden. So he went ahead and made sure it could be seen clearly, by moving it. 

He groaned in his mighty glory, “Well at least I know where to come tomorrow.” The man turned his position and began to walk toward the front door. He looked up at the ceiling and then to the walls, before feeling the door frame with his hand. Finally he looked to his pocket watch and spoke, “Kb zglm ogqax sedlky.” He whispered. He walked down the stairs and down the road until he seemed to hit a forest. He went into the forest, as if he wasn’t afraid at all. Like he knew he would not get lost or be attacked by predators. He walked for a little while, until he reached a broken, old wall. The wall was all by itself and was made out of brick. Which explained the cracking and color. He took something from his belt, drove it into the wall and turned it like a key. This enlightened the wall in a bright blue haze, opening a secret passageway of sorts. And with his two quick steps and a turn of his head, he disappeared into the night as if he was never there in the first place.