The trees thinned unexpectedly... and there was the clearing, beneath twinkling starlight. And there, almost ethereal in a liquid silver moonlight, the inn, its door, its ever-open door ajar, and a welcoming yellow light beckoning in the darkness.
I froze. I could go no further for the sight had hit me like a punch in the solar plexus and awoken something timid within me.
"Calm yourself, dearest. It is but an inn!"
Lucy's words comforted but little, for I was filled with dark, threatening thoughts. But mere moments later, I realised with relief that I heard no music played.