Adrien's footfalls echoed ominously as he walked down the path. On either side of him, the world dropped away into oblivion. All around him was a dense blue fog, like he was walking in a huge, oblong bubble. He could clearly see the lighter blue outline of clock faces drifting around.
Adrien was a light tan furred otter. tall and not overly muscular, he cut a smart figure in his white T-shirt, black lab coat, and dark glasses that hid his purple eyes. His heavy black boots thudded against the path's surface.
As he walked briskly down the surreal pathway, he looked once again at a a small piece of paper torn from a book. At the top, it read, "Missing person records." Most of the page was dominated by the profile of one, "Stoattius." Lower down, it read that Stoattius had gone missing in 1217, never to be seen again. This development worked out wonderfully for Adrien's purposes.
He marched on, then, out of nowhere, a door materialized in a cloud of sand like particles forming together.
Adrien stopped in front of the door and looked at it. After a long pause, he pulled an old, Victorian era pocket watch from his coat pocket and clicked it open. Instead of a clock face on the inside, it had a glowing blue grid. He held up the watch and held it up to the door, so the back of the watch touched the wood.
A holographic display appeared, cast by the watch grid. It read…
April 14, 1217
He smiled and clapped the watch closed again, placing it back in his pocket. Reaching out a paw, he gripped the handle of the door, turned it, and stepped through, materializing in a cloud of particles, right in front of Stoattius.