You crawl through the narrow opening to the passage and pull Dave
after you. It is dimly lit by torches, and inside it you find a girl
your age dressed in old fashioned clothes. "Who are you?"
you ask the girl. "What are you doing here?" "My name
is Amalia," says the girl. "I wandered in here once and
can't find my way out. It seems like ages ago, but it really couldn't
be because I haven't aged a bit." "When did you come
here?" asked Dave. "If I remember correctly," she
says, "it was December 30, 1897."