Vora walked over to the strange door. Light seemed to be emanating from behind it; whatever it was that lay beyond was pouring out this magnificent white light. Vora stepped close enough to touch the door, deciding on whether to open it. It won’t hurt just to open it, she thought. It’s just a silly little door. You’re not afraid of doors, are you? She rested her hand on the doorknob, and her skin crawled when she realized it was cold as ice and oily feeling. Vora drew in a breath as if it were her last one, and thrust the door open.