It wasn't long before he came across a perculiar sight, a door stood in the middle of nowhere, held up by nothing. Humming the haunting tune once more he stepped towards it.
"How curious," he said to himself as it opened to reveal not more of the wasteland on the other side but instead what could only be describe as a hall.
"How do I know it's a hall?" he whispered, "There aren't any walls or a ceiling as far as I can see."
Still, the hall did appear to be a lot nicer than the wasteland, it didn't have the same forbidden feeling. Taking one last look around he stepped through the door.
Once inside he decided to check his pockets for anything useful, there was only a set of cards, each bearing a different picture to the last. Sitting down he began to look through them, mouthing the names of each card to himself, Fool, Magician, High Priestess...
For some reason he found the cards comforting. Grey held the cards close to his chest as he began to walk again, hopefully he'd run into someone soon, someone who'd know where this place was. A shiver ran down his spine, causing him to turn around with a gasp. The door he had just walked through had dissappeared.