Once inside the shop, you look back once at the door. The old man, his face pressed against the glass of the door, is leering at you. You hurry deeper into the shop.

   Suddenly, you stop in surprise. This does not look like the shop from the outside. To be sure, you could barely see inside, but your impression was of a dark, dreary sort of place. The kind that you would hear rats scampering about. You glance back and see that yes, indeed, the shop window is as grimy as you thought.

   Perhaps all that grime hid the pleasant atmostphere inside?

   You're in a sort of an office area. The walls are bright and cheerful. There are a couple of desks with computers--the desks are nothing fancy, but the computers have plasma screens and are clearly the latest and greatest. You are so taking all this in, that you don't realize at first that you know the travel agents.

   "Welcome," says Sue.

   "Hi," says Teresa.

   "What are you doing here?" you ask. You're not very polite, but you are surprised.

   "Running a travel agency," answers Sue. "Do you want to book a trip?

   You hesitate. Isn't there some rule against minors signing up for trips by themselves? "What sort of travel agency is this and how come I never saw this shop before?" you ask, hedging for time.

   Teresa grins. "I have no idea why you've never seen us before, but we are a travel agency and we travel anywhere anytime.