He was of course a bit nervous to give himself over in this way to the shadows and clutched his bag tightly at his side. He knew very well that this method of travel was entirely at the mercy of the living shadows, that should they want to they could reject him, but as he reached forward he heard them whisper and curl around his fingers. He felt his arm slip through just as it had before and it made him smile to be accepted.
From the wrist to the elbow and soon the entire professor had slipped through into the shadow world. Perhaps calling it a 'corridor' was more accurate, as it was a passage more than a world.
It looked just as he remembered it, the world around him discerned like a shadow negative of the original. He knew very well that all he had to do was find a decent spot and step out to the other side. It would, if gone according to plan, leave him in other ashdown.
ashdown whaler