It is cold here, with a single bed, a drawing desk and an articulated desk lamp. A single window at the end of the room and sloping ceiling are the only notable features.

The trees are mostly deciduous and thick with leaves. It is bright here, but gets darker in the distance.

There is one wide path through the trees, the sides are muddy but the center is dry. The forest is so thick around the path as to be impassible. Brambles and dead looking shrubs fill in any gaps between the trees.

There are ripples that seem to stay in place as the river sweeps to the east. Shallow and clear, the water moves swiftly.

It is an old metal mug, blue enamel with a large chip taken out as though it were merely china.

It is worn brass with a single simple tooth. Probably to someone's china cabinet, no house would have such a simple key.