‘Hello,’ he called, as he entered the cabin, but no one answered. The room was a mix between a library, a gift shop and a fortune teller’s abode, lined with display units that were loaded with books and ornaments. A circular table sat in the corner covered with a turquoise cloth and a globe in the centre. The only sound came from the light breeze wafting through the door that brought with it the fresh smell of the lake. A shadow flickered inside the globe, and he walked over to it. He looked into the smoky ball, and as he reached his hand out towards it, a loud bang startled him, and he jumped. Charlie whirled around. When he saw the closed door, panic struck him. He tried to convince himself that it had been the wind, for there was no one in the room but him. As he headed for the door, he heard a soft voice behind him and stopped. Turning round, he saw Terra and breathed a sigh of relief. ‘Sorry. The door was open.’ ‘You need not apologise, Charlie,’ Terra said.
