Hot. Sticky. The air felt as though it held an entire ocean within its hand. She stopped for a moment, looking around. The note had said to look for the blue door, down a small alleyway. But the note didn’t say which alleyway. She had to find it, had to keep looking, keep searching. She jerked her head to look behind her at the sound of a footstep. No….it couldn’t be him. She had been so careful, had traveled by rooftops to avoid him. Her heart began to race, and she took off running, her whiskers twitching and a single thought running through her mind…blue door, blue door, blue door.
Along the way with Julia 