I glanced at the spiral staircase to wound ‘round the brick wall. Right now, I did not want to be trapped in this open space. The fresh oxygen stifled; I longed to breathe the stuffy, musty air trapped on the other side. I wanted to hide in that space where everyone could see me. I picked a stone, closed my eyes, and concentrated. “Open,” I screamed in a soft whisper. I saw that nothing had changed. I picked another to the left and pictured it in my heart. “Please,” I whispered in my regular voice. The wooden door had appeared.