Finish this story: Alice tried to remember who had given her the key...

Alice tried to remember who had given her the key, but the faint figure was fleeting from her memory rapidly. How long ago was it that she had acquired the key, and where had it taken place? The only piece of the story that still held on inside her mind was that it was a man with a very tall hat. She knew that this man was a friend of hers, but she did not know anything else about him.

As she contemplated all of this, a cat ran across her path in the street, and under a door with an old fashioned padlock keeping it from blowing open in the slight breeze. It clattered in the wind, and looked as though one big gust would rip it from the hinges. She followed the cat, and went up to the door. She grabbed the padlock and shook it to see if it was loose in any way but it would not budge.

“Curious.” She said to herself. “I wonder if this is what that key is for.”

She pulled the key from her pants pocket, slid the teeth into the lock and turned the handle counter clockwise. It made a distinct clicking noise as the pins inside lined up, and the shaft came free, opening the lock. She removed it from the door and gently set it on the ground beside her with the key inside.

She opened the door slowly, and crept inside the damp, dingy building. There was no electric lighting system inside, and the only source of light that she could see were 4 faint candles running along what seemed to be a table set with teapots and coffee cups…