Today's OneWord: Visit

I decided to pay Doctor Vox a visit on the eve of September twentieth. It was a particularly warm evening, yet it did not stop me from wearing the scarf that my mother had sewn for me, tightly wound around my raw throat. I stopped by the towering house where the doctor resided and knocked three times on the door - just as she always requested. After a good ten or so seconds, the door creaked open, but I couldn't seem to see who exactly had come to greet me in the first place.