Nothing happens.
Perhaps out of desperation, I try once more, raising my hand to the door and giving it a tentative knock. But the effect is the same as the very last: utterly useless.
Despairing, my body slumps where I stand.
Well, I chide myself inwardly, he might be asleep, or perhaps he is simply taking a bit to answer. It is not everyday that someone comes knocking at your door in the middle of the night.
So deciding to entertain that false hope, I wait patiently for a few more seconds, pulling my robe tighter around myself as I lean myself against the wall with a sigh. Seconds pass, and then a minute. At the other end of the corridor, I watch the shadows of the dimly lit light shift from blue to purple, flickering under the influence of an invisible breeze. Another minute. I pull my clothes further around myself.
Still no answer.
