Millie and Cavan sprinted into the room. Millie stopped so suddenly that Cavan ran into her.
‘Don’t just stop!’ cried Cavan, glancing over his shoulder to see if they were still being pursued. The eggy smell and ominous sound of bagpipes was still behind him. They weren’t safe yet.
He followed Millie’s gaze back into the room and realized why they had stopped.
‘Wow. That’s... weird.’
The room was clinically white and formed a perfect hemisphere. There were no other corridors branching away. It was a dead end - sort of.
Two doors stood in the centre of the room; bolt upright with nothing behind them. One painted deep blue, the other red. The paint was so fresh that flecks covered the pristine white floor. Both kids knew that the doors were not ordinary - they led somewhere else.
‘Pick a door!’ said Cavan. The discordant noise grew louder and the smell now reminded him of the kid with the bad hygiene in his math class.
‘Which one?’ said Millie, determined not to make the same mistake that had got them in trouble.
‘I don’t know!’
Millie closed her eyes and concentrated.
This time, she had to get it right.