Kai pulled the door open and was met by-- nothing. Or not exactly nothing; there was a sort of shimmering white haze. Shielding her eyes, she called out, "Hello? Is anybody there?"
"Hello? Is anybody there-ere-ere?" Mocking echoes greeted her. Kai planted her hands on her hips. If this is someone's idea of a joke, she thought sourly, it's not funny.
"Yes, hello! I see you brought the book. Oh, well done, Amelia!" A grizzled old man stepped out of the haze, carrying several tomes over his arms.
Book? Amelia? What's going on here? Kai told the man, "You've got the wrong gal. My name's Kayla, not Amelia. My friends call me 'Kai.'"
The old man frowned, worry lines crinkling around his ice-blue eyes. "Now, Amelia, don't..."
His speech was interrupted by a loud knock at the door. He sighed. "Wait here, miss." Pushing past her, he swung the door open.
She got a brief glimpse of a snow covered field. Then it was blocked out by a huge figure. It stooped to fit through, and she realized with a shock that it had yellow eyes.

