Of all the places we visited in Spain, Valencia bore the greatest similarity to an American city – albeit one with a distinct European accent. Its wide, often bustling, avenues lined with an array of modernly functional buildings could easily drop into someplace like San Diego and feel right at home. After nearly a month of continuously touring the Iberian Peninsula, we were understandably happy for this dose of familiarity, regardless how tenuous.
“Look, if you put those two things together it gives us the code for that lock. I think this is it. Hurry, we’re going to make it!”
“I can’t believe we missed that. We must have walked past it a dozen times.”
“Well, thankfully you saw it now and it looks like that’s how we open the door. Does that mean we’re out?”
“I don’t think so. Check this out.”
The door closes behind us with an audible click. Somewhere within this room is the key to unlocking the door and gaining our escape.
Everywhere Once 