It begins with a knock. Funny how many things begin and end with a knock. There's the knock on the door when a lover shows up for your first dinner at home, the knock when you're told you've just won the lottery (if only in your dreams), or even the simple knock when a friend comes over to just chill. Then there's the dreaded knock when a soldier has died in combat, a family member has died in a car crash, or when someone you know has died. The funny thing is you never know which kind of knock it is going to be until the door has been opened.
Our story begins with a woman standing on a door step in Wales, outside a B&B named Honolulu Heights. Or, it would if you could see her, if you are one of the "special" ones. She stands on the door step, fist poised to knock, in a white dress and black leggings, with her hair done up in a messy bun and held back with headbands. She isn't quite sure why she's here, but she believes it is the reason she hasn't left yet. And so, she knocks.
A/N: So, this is the first story I have written in years, so any constructive criticism would be much appreciated. Also, please, please, please tell me if characters are OOC, because there is nothing worse than characters not being exactly right: they become shadows of who they are supposed to be. What else to say... It's set post 3.08 UK version, and that's about it. Enjoy!