Sweat fell from his forehead as Quan gazed carefully in each direction.  The corridor lie vacant, just the peeling blue paint on the walls, gray tile floor and a single incandescent light bulb hanging from a wire in the center of the room.

Slipping between the bars like a mouse squeezing under a door, he pushed himself into the corridor. Four cells lie on each side, empty, dank. The metallic rust smell left a bitter taste in his mouth as he walked toward the door to the chamber.

Standing seven foot tall and three feet wide it stood in defiance of those attempting pass.

Quan passed his hands across the door, feeling the surface. The pads of his fingers squeaked as he brushed them across, like they would do on a water glass. The enormous obstacle was gloss black, with no handle or lock to be found. Just a completely smooth surface. For what seemed like hours Quan searched, over and over again.

“How the hell does this thing work?” He said, frustrated, starting to knock, looking for a weak spot.

“Where is it?”

Having tried the obvious, he exhaled and placed the palms of both hands against the smooth cold door. Rolling his eyes upward, he focused his mind. He took large breaths, controlled, in and out, until he finally felt aligned enough to begin.

Concentrating on a center point, a small light appeared between his hands. Muscle’s flexing, he winced in pain as he fought harder to focus the energy.

The pin point light grew to spot almost three inches across.

Sweat poured from him like a waterfall as he stood there, hands against the door, drenched, concentrating.

The light expanded, consuming his hands and beyond, until the entire door shone like a glowing monolith. Waiting just three more seconds, Quan screamed out loud and fell forward, passing completely through the door, landing clear on the other side.

Falling to a cold stone, unfinished floor, he lay completely out cold.