My Parents’ Wedding
Before heading further down the staircase, I pulled the digital camera from my mother’s purse—after assuring myself that the Torstein was still safely inside—and took several snapshots of the cathedral’s roof covered with tarp. It had not looked like that for quite a few years now, so I figured that if the pictures actually latched onto the SD card for the journey home, that was pretty solid proof that I had truly traveled time. I took one picture of myself beside the staircase making the rock-on sign with my fingers, then put the camera back inside the purse and mounted the stairs once more.
When I reached the first accessible side doorway into the main body of the cathedral, I decided that I might as well try out Hans’ master key. Though I could follow the staircase
