![]() ![]() She reached out with her left arm, the arm that, in reality, didn’t have a hand. But then Amy stepped forward, the wet and wrinkled cardboard glasses askew on her face. ![]() I sighed and looked at John, was about to suggest heading back home and curling up in front of the fireplace. I reached out for the handle and watched as my hand passed right through. I let out a long breath and raised the gun. John said, “I feel like we should look for a save point.” Molly trotted past me and went right to the door and sniffed at it. John looked at Amy and nodded his head toward the other door and said, “Ghost door.” I let the little maintenance door close behind me. ![]() Until, of course, she tried viewing it through the Scooby glasses. To John and me, the big, decorative doorway stood in the center of the wall to our right, plain as day and as out of place as the face on Mars. ![]()
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