... a dramatic room with four entrances and exits. Books from the reading marathon flying away.

 

“Why a wedding picture on that stage?” they remarked

 

"Why did you measure ring fingers last Friday?," they remarked.

 

“That had passed when no one chose a crystals when they appeared. It was a gift, the stone for the rings to be gifted but since no response by them or interest so it vanished to never be offered or appear again” I said.

 

"Which way now, children?" I asked in my most patronizing voice.

 

They objected to my tone, but it distracted them from the real clues of the correct door for this Friday. The game usually goes as I plan it, despite the intentions of my visitors, or perhaps because of their intentions.

 

"What in the blue blazes is this supposed to be?" one asked. They gathered around and I realized they were close to something. I quickly picked up the bell, ringing it loudly. "Was this what you heard outside?" Holding their ears they ran out the door with the ...