Banging on door
But to his surprise, no one was home. He banged on the door as the wind started to pick up. He had to figure out a way to get inside, or he would never be able to continue his search tomorrow. Then something unexpected happens.
Then the door cracked open, and Philip stood face to face with a silhouette of a little man. “Theo?” he asked. And the man stepped aside. He didn’t say a word to Philip, which was strange. It felt like he was expecting him. Who is this man?