We opened a door with the new knock.
It opens onto the end a long stone corridor. It’s really cold. We followed it for a while and never found the end, but there’s a faint light ahead, and places where the ceiling has cracked and sunshine gets in. Cole thinks it might be an aqueduct. We came back to prepare for whatever we might find, and however long it might take to get to it. Cole has camping equipment (cute!) so we’ve filled up a pack with water, food, and layers (did I mention the cold?) We’ll hike it for a (here) day and then, if we don’t find anything, we’ll come back.
Cole’s still pretty reluctant, but I’m glad he’s coming with me. There’s been no sign of The Storm, but we’re thinking about finding a door in Central Park to go back through, just in case. I know it’s the safer way but I’m still not 100% and feeling quite lazy. I’m such a New Yorker. An endless magical hallway is one thing, but a schlep to Midtown is quite another.
Wish us luck.