Thirty-Two“Where the hell is the doorway?” Jake said with growing frustration.
“I left a marker,” Wilf said as he walked next to him. The forest floor was blanketing in grey ash. Some of the thicker trees still smoked and smouldered in the weak light of dawn. Glowing embers pulsed on the forest floor where some smaller trees had succumbed to the flames. The smell of smoke coated the two men as they headed east. The older man rounded two trees that were now blackened, beckoning Jake over. “Here. We've found it.”
The younger man sighed with relief, clapping Wilf on the shoulder. “Good thinking. At least the trees survived the fire. Let's just hope the doorway did too.”
“What do we do in the mean time?” Wilf asked.
Jake felt his stomach rumble. “Is there anywhere to get some breakfast rou
