Felix didn't want to. He didn't want to be anywhere near that door. Its shape, its size, its carving... he had seen it before, but he couldn't remember when, or why. But he had already revealed too much of his fear to this total stranger, and he couldn't bear to be seen any weaker than he already was. The lights approached, casting the door and its threshhold in a sickly pale-green glow, but bright enough to see by.

Felix stayed back against the opposite wall.