At precisely 33 minutes after 3, we entered through the full length mirror that's positioned against the left wall of the room. We stared at the view before us. We're standing in a round passage with white tiled floors. If I didn't know better I would've mistaken it as an entry to the 'White House'. Five other doors exiles from here. Which to take? In one swift movement Max lifted me upon his back, ready to take the journey head on. I tried recalling the warning dream, which door was spitting fire, but I couldn't seem to remember. "So, which way should we go?" Max asked mockingly. The one question I'm not sure that I knew how to answer. I cleared my throat. "I want to say straight ahead..." Max started moving forward. But, I thought aloud. He stopped in his steps. "But what?" "I think we s
