Liam idly stroked his new found treasure, the feather from the girl in the meadow.

He had yet to show it to the Tinkerer or Rinth, partially because he had yet to see them, partially because he wasn’t sure if he wanted to share what he had seen.

The feather was unusual in its own right.

It was shorter than he had thought it would need to be, in order to sustain a girl in flight – although he had not seen her fly, he could only assume that is what the wings were for. It had been the length of his forearm when he had still been in the meadow but almost as soon as the door vanished, it shrunk to the size of his hand.

It wasn’t any particular colour, changing depending on the angle it hit the light.

He had been keeping it in his breast pocket, not the first time he had been grateful for the deep pockets in the uniform.

He wasn’t sure why he was keeping it, other than the fact that it intrigued him. It came from a place he did not know how to return to, from a girl he was almost certain never to meet again.

But he still wanted to know more.

The Professor’s book only had a single entry on the “Doorways”, as badly edited it had been so that most of the words were practically removed.

None of the other books in the Tinkerer’s library seemed to have anything else that could help in.

He wasn’t yet deterred.

He remembered seeing many books in the walls of the maze.

Maybe it was time to take a step of his own.