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"Every loop entrance has its quirks," said Millard

"Anyone knoe are?" I asked

"I’d guess the latter half of the nineteenth century," said Millard "Prior to 1863 there wasn’t an underground systeht appeared--this one accoust of hot wind and a thunderous roar "Train!" Eain, and this tiainst the walls as it shot past in a cyclone of noise and light and belching smoke It looked less like a modern subway train than a miniature loco black beard and a guttering lantern in his hand gaped at us in surprise as the train strafed away around the next bend

Hugh’s cap had blown off his head and been crushed He went to pick it up, found it shredded, and threw it down again angrily "I don’t care for this loop," he said "We’ve been here all of ten seconds and already it’s trying to kill us Let’s do e have to and get gone"

"I couldn’t agree uided us on down the track After tentohat looked like a blank wall We couldn’t understand why, until I looked up and noticed a partially ca, twenty feet overhead Because there seemed no other way to reach it, Olive took off her shoes and floated up to get a closer look "There’s a lock on it," she said "A coeon-sized hole rusted through the door’s bottom corner, but that was no help to us--we needed the co the question out to everyone

She was s and blank looks

"None," said Millard

"We’ll have to guess," she said

"Perhaps it’s my birthday," said Enoch "Try three–twelve–ninety-two"

"Why would anyone know your birthday?" said Hugh

Enoch frowned "Just try it"

Olive spun the dial back and forth, then tried the lock "Sorry, Enoch"

"What about our loop day?" Horace suggested "Nine–three–forty"

That didn’t work, either

"It’s not going to be souess, like a date," said Millard "That would defeat the purpose of having a lock"

Olive began to try rando rine slipped quietly froeon, addling around at the end of its lead, pecking at the ground When it saw Miss Peregrine, it tried to hop away, but the head warble in her throat