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Somewhere, a door slams.
One moment Elizabeth is holding a doorknob at the end of the universe and the next she's sent reeling. A sharp pain radiates from her hip where she seems to have crashed into a long table laden with candles and jars of things she'd rather not think about at the moment. She sprawls sideways to prevent a lit candle from rolling over the edge and slowly pulls herself upright.
The heavy, humid air is the first thing she notices; it smells of incense and makes it difficult to breathe. Squinting in the dim light, Elizabeth turns in a circle. Her mouth drops open as realization dawns: Tia Dalma's shack.
A wide, triumphant smile takes the place of the puzzled frown, and Elizabeth darts toward the doorway she remembers from all those months before. It's really just an arch between two rooms, and she cautiously waves a hand in the open air on the other side before boldly stepping through.
Nothing happens.
Will.
"No," Elizabeth mutters, stricken. "No, no, no!"
One moment Elizabeth is holding a doorknob at the end of the universe and the next she's sent reeling. A sharp pain radiates from her hip where she seems to have crashed into a long table laden with candles and jars of things she'd rather not think about at the moment. She sprawls sideways to prevent a lit candle from rolling over the edge and slowly pulls herself upright.
The heavy, humid air is the first thing she notices; it smells of incense and makes it difficult to breathe. Squinting in the dim light, Elizabeth turns in a circle. Her mouth drops open as realization dawns: Tia Dalma's shack.
A wide, triumphant smile takes the place of the puzzled frown, and Elizabeth darts toward the doorway she remembers from all those months before. It's really just an arch between two rooms, and she cautiously waves a hand in the open air on the other side before boldly stepping through.
Nothing happens.
Will.
"No," Elizabeth mutters, stricken. "No, no, no!"