As they get closer, the shimmering begins to look like a pool of water, only hanging in front of them.
“Vertical water,” she laughs to herself. It fills the alleyway, leaving no way round. She either steps into it or turns back.
Reaching out, she touches it gingerly. It has a silken feel, not wet at all. Pushing further, her hand sinks deep into it. She keeps going, until it reaches her elbow, when her fingers push through into air beyond.
“This isn't going to be pleasant” she says, holding her breath and pushing her way in.
