Tara glanced at the door and then at the others in the room. She sighed and moved away from the door, going further into her house.
"This was Jack's idea," she muttered. "Where did we have it put?"
"Let me help," Jack said, coming to Tara's side and pointing to a nearby bookshelf. "It's that one."
"But which book?" Tara asked slowly. Jack frowned and shook his head. Suddenly, Tara's hand shot out and gripped the top of one of the books. "This one."
Suddenly, Jack and Tara vanished.
"It's alright!" Jack's voice seemed to come out of the floor. "Pull on that book and you'll join us. It's just a trapdoor."