Chapter one: The Dream
She was walking through a hall of doors, muttering to herself. She knew, somehow, that the right door was on the left. They were all open, full of random things; marbles, jacks and chess sets, all abnormally oversized. Door, door, where had that door gone? It was right here last time. Her eyebrows knitted together, and she looked around her, an awesome force drawing her forward. She was near it now, she could feel it, pulsing with light. She saw her own hand, with its painted blue, chewed-up nails reach for the spiral- shaped handle, and a heavy something slammed into her stomach, knocking the wind out of her, yelling loudly, "Ally! Aunt Piper says to get you'n Mel up for school!" Ally shook her red- haired head. A dream, it had all been a dream, the doors, the chess pieces, everything. She groaned sleepily, "'kay Rach, I'll get Mel up if you get OFF," "Sure," Rachel, Ally's 10 year old cousin complied, shaking her brown hair that was so much like her mother's out of her eyes "You know, you wouldn't have to do that if you just let Aunt Phoebe cut your hair," Ally remarked, her trademark grin creeping across her face. "Mmmnnn?" Mel groaned, having just woken up. "Get up, says your pancake-cooking mother," Rachel said, doing a perfect imitation of Piper in the morning. Mel laughed at that and said, "Do you think your mom's up yet, oh wacky psychic?" "Ohhh!" Rachel's eyes lit up at the prospect of jumping up and down on Phoebe's bed to wake her, and promptly ran down the hall. "Works every time, doesn't it, Mel?" Ally said, still smiling, "I don't know what you're smiling about, Al, we have that huge science test today," Mel remarked, making a disgusted face, "Yeah, and on the last day of school, too," Ally replied, "What a bummer."
"I don't know, Pipe," Paige confided in her big sister, "She's been mumbling about a door for the past few nights and I'm starting to worry," "Don't," Piper replied, "Just ask Pheebs, she has a degree for this kind of stuff," "No, Piper, she's been going, "'where's that door? It was here last time'" "What was here?" Phoebe asked her sisters from the kitchen door, walked and poured herself some coffee, "A door," Paige said, "In Al's dream, she's been mumbling about it for awhile now," "A door? That's not a lot to go on, Paige," Phoebe answered, perplexed, "A door could be a lot of things, from an answer to a test, or a repressed memory, just about anything."
She was walking through a hall of doors, muttering to herself. She knew, somehow, that the right door was on the left. They were all open, full of random things; marbles, jacks and chess sets, all abnormally oversized. Door, door, where had that door gone? It was right here last time. Her eyebrows knitted together, and she looked around her, an awesome force drawing her forward. She was near it now, she could feel it, pulsing with light. She saw her own hand, with its painted blue, chewed-up nails reach for the spiral- shaped handle, and a heavy something slammed into her stomach, knocking the wind out of her, yelling loudly, "Ally! Aunt Piper says to get you'n Mel up for school!" Ally shook her red- haired head. A dream, it had all been a dream, the doors, the chess pieces, everything. She groaned sleepily, "'kay Rach, I'll get Mel up if you get OFF," "Sure," Rachel, Ally's 10 year old cousin complied, shaking her brown hair that was so much like her mother's out of her eyes "You know, you wouldn't have to do that if you just let Aunt Phoebe cut your hair," Ally remarked, her trademark grin creeping across her face. "Mmmnnn?" Mel groaned, having just woken up. "Get up, says your pancake-cooking mother," Rachel said, doing a perfect imitation of Piper in the morning. Mel laughed at that and said, "Do you think your mom's up yet, oh wacky psychic?" "Ohhh!" Rachel's eyes lit up at the prospect of jumping up and down on Phoebe's bed to wake her, and promptly ran down the hall. "Works every time, doesn't it, Mel?" Ally said, still smiling, "I don't know what you're smiling about, Al, we have that huge science test today," Mel remarked, making a disgusted face, "Yeah, and on the last day of school, too," Ally replied, "What a bummer."
"I don't know, Pipe," Paige confided in her big sister, "She's been mumbling about a door for the past few nights and I'm starting to worry," "Don't," Piper replied, "Just ask Pheebs, she has a degree for this kind of stuff," "No, Piper, she's been going, "'where's that door? It was here last time'" "What was here?" Phoebe asked her sisters from the kitchen door, walked and poured herself some coffee, "A door," Paige said, "In Al's dream, she's been mumbling about it for awhile now," "A door? That's not a lot to go on, Paige," Phoebe answered, perplexed, "A door could be a lot of things, from an answer to a test, or a repressed memory, just about anything."