“Have you been here before?” The air hungrily gobbled up her words. Though the hall was vast, there were no echoes.
Tip Nick shook his head. “Must be a new addition. Rather imposing.”
“The new management must have a high opinion of themselves.”
The desire to go back to the warm bar sat somewhere between her stomach and her throat, communicated only through a sideways glance.
She looked back towards the door. What she saw was her image a second before, captured by the air.
The door had also vanished.