[color=9e0b0f]"Open It."[/color]
	He commanded quietly from the entry way to the living room, a baseball bat hanging limply from his hand. Despite his size, he was capable of moving rather quietly when he wanted to, so the others likely hadn't heard him come out to see the door, leave, then return with a wooden baseball bat he kept by his bedside. He slept in a simple attire, a pair of boxers and a white beater, which he was clad in now, shoeless, he readied the bat in his hands as he approached the door slowly, waiting for someone to swing it open. As he moved forward, he quickly soaked in the size of the door, and knew in his heart that it was impossible for it to lead anywhere, but he also assumed he was dreaming, so anything could happen, Right?