We found it together. Me, Carrie, and our son John. John was the one who opened it and rushed forward into the City, delighted at such wonders. Carrie followed him, if only to make sure he was safe.
And the Door shut softly behind them.
I had not entered. I had stood there, in a state of shock. Frozen solid in my belief that what was before me was not real. Reality, as I was quick to learn, was malleable.
When I tried opening the Door again, there was nothing behind it. Let me rephrase that: there was Nothing behind it. Black and vast, Nothingness stretched out from the Doorway to infinity.
I shut it quickly and closed my eyes. When I opened them, the Door was no longer there.