"Wh--" Greta starts as she's caught and tugged back the way they've come. And… there's a door in the ground, a hatch that might lead to a cellar - except for the part where there's no sign of a cottage, not even a crumbling foundation. There's just that door, as if that's all there ever was.

Another crash rings out, and a panicked flock of sparrows zips overhead. They only have moments - there won't be any better shelter than this. Still, Greta looks decidedly unenthusiastic as she scrambles down after him into the darkness. "Do you know this place?" she asks, putting a hand on the wall to steady herself. She's expecting something earthen or roughly hewn from stone, so the wall's smoothness startles her into jerking her hand away.