"There must be something down here he wanted us to see," said Shauna.
"I wonder what, though," said her brother. "The only thing here is a tree."
Shauna lifted her glowing hand and saw, a few feet away from her, a trunk wide enough to fit the laundromat building where they lived in New York.
"Maybe that's it," she said. "Maybe someone lives here. See if you can find a door, or a window, or something like that."
Shelby had only taken a few steps forward when a round, golden door handle popped our from under the ridges of the trunk.
"No way!" he cried. "You were totally right. There's a door handle here!"
"If there's a door handle, there must be a -"
Before Shauna had finished, the bark opened up to a wide, dimly lit spiral staircase.