[center][h3]4:22 am[/h3][/center]

Allan followed Max as he paced out into the living room and came face to face with a door that shouldn't exist but it did. Where there was once a blank wall now stood a white door, with a black handle. The existential ramifications of such a revelation were...startling, to say the least, but as he gingerly approached the door and laid a hand on the handle, a shiver went up his spine.

It was real.

He turned back to look at Max, who was frozen in fear.

"Uh, s-should I open it?"