He turns the
handle and steps through, the handle dissolving in his hand as he
does. He's just walked through sliding doors into what looks like a
very conventional supermarket. Before him are tables piled high with
not quite fresh looking fruit and vegetables. Behind that, there are
aisles full of tins and boxes. And all of it populated by very
conventional looking shoppers.
“No, no,”
he says, “This wont have what I want.” He turns to face the
sliding doors that serve as the entrance. “Market,” he says to
himself. “Market.”
He walks
through, only to find himself stood outside the supermarket. He
turns back, re-entering the building, looking for a more traditional
door.
