A green light peeked through the door. Slowly, the gaps got larger and a figure stood across the door. The figure, a man, was as tall as the door. He appeared to be wearing a round glasses with a pair of observing eyes that scanned his guests carefully. His hair was thin except for his beard. He wore an old and thick winter coat that made him looked like a bear. A glimpse of his face showed a sense of relieve.
The man backed away a little bit and gestured his hand, telling us to come inside the door.
Ana looked at El who was smiling back at her. "Let's go," she said.
El got inside the door first. Ana followed and stepped inside. Her ears were ringing the moment she got through the door. The silent that surrounded the forest seconds ago disappeared as a strange sound came from across the room. A melodramatic sound that she hadn't heard for so long.
"Music," she said looking at the source of the sound. It appeared to be an old box with a disc rotating on top of it.
"Yes, there's no company like a good music," said the tall man. He carried two glasses of water to a small table in the room and closed the door behind her. The man leaned back against the wall as El picked up a chair and drank the water.
"So, what's the occasion now, Elizabeth?" the man asked.
"Please don't call me that. There's a lot of stuff going on outside. We need to make our move as soon as we can. And your help is very much needed," she replied.
The man didn't say anything and looked at Ana who was still standing near the music box.
"And she is?"
"Ana," El said, "A host, like me."