Arriving in Maine, the team made their way to a small village called Cam's Lake, even though Stone himself didn't remember such a town existing in all his years of studying maps.

"I'll telling you, I don't know what this place is or why the Door sent us here."

Baird pulled out her phone. "Jenkins, is there any record of a town called "Cam's Lake" in Maine? Maybe it's another one of those villages that's trapped between dimensions?"

"I'm afraid there's no record of any such town, in either official or unofficial records. I suggest you investigate further. It's possible that this "town" is an illusion created by whoever responsible for our sudden outbreak of magic."

Jones started wandering off. "I need a drink. If this place isn't real, there at least better be a good pub around."

Cassandra followed him. "I'll see if I can find any symbols or traces that would signify a supernatural presence in the surrounding area."

"You do that. Stone, you and I are going to look for anyone who can help us."

Unbeknownst to the group, a deer was watching them from the nearby woods with a curious glance in its eye. As soon as they were out of sight, it began to change shape. Before long, the "deer" was a small woman wearing a old green dress and a cloak of deerskin. Her red hair blew in the wind. She smiled, thinking of what this little hamlet of her's had in store for these trespassers. And before long, she would finally have her revenge on the Library...