Chase flicked the latch, and the pocket watch sprang open. As before, the patch of scrubland vanished, replaced by the fantastical shop, Meridian. Only this time, the sign on the door was gone, although the door itself remained firmly shut. “Hey!” He pounded his fists against the door and rattled the knob. “I know you’re in there!” He took two steps back and ran at the heavy wooden door, landing as hard a kick as he could manage, but it didn’t budge. Next, he looked around for something to throw and settled on the only available object, a rock the size of his fist. “Last chance!” he banged on the door again. “Open the damn door or this comes through the window.” No answer was forthcoming, so he pulled back his arm, waited a moment and then hurled the small rock straight at one of the tiny
