They burst out of the light, landing hard.
Suddenly, she fell, just as quickly landing in a field with waist-high grass and a bright yellow sun overhead.
She stepped through and emerged on the landing overlooking the desert.
The landing paused at the Y of two long hallways.
Hannah had succeeded in landing a big fish blueblood, a descendant of Italian royalty, whose old money placated the chilly welcome she received into a lifestyle far, far different from her own.