Alistair turned and paced back and forth in the eighth-floor corridor, murmuring under his breath: "I want a room full of doors, I want a room that leads outside."
The door of the Room of Requirement swung open. The interior seemed unchanged, yet different—the positions of several doors had shifted.
Guided by memory, Alistair felt his way to the door he had previously opened. It had a tiny bronze handle. He gripped it tightly and pulled it carefully open. Darkness greeted him first, save for a small patch of earth cast in a yellowish glow where a beam of light fell, revealing Bruce blinking drowsily inside his cage.
Chapter 42