When I woke up, the first thing that I knew was that I wasn’t at home. I wished for my bed-all warm and soft, but I couldn’t ingore the deep, bone-chilling cold. I rubbed by arms, and looked around the…Basement?

I didn’t remember getting here-in fact, the last thing I remembered, was telling the guy in the convertible where Grand St was. I shivered then, from the cold as much as the thought that that man-who was so polite and nice!-could have put me here.

Still, at least I wasn’t alone. There was a nearby boy-he at least, appeared to be sleeping-and, on a whim, I tried the door. It opened without a creek, and the hallway seemed to sway.

A loud clanging brought me back to the room; the boy-he had apparently woken up-found a ladder hidden in the roof. I blinked. The roof? There was something up on the roof?

I sighed, not sure what to do next.

Go : Up the ladder?

Turn right down the hallway?

Turn left down the hallway?

Talk to the boy?