The Master ran for the door. The polar bear mutant sneered. "We've got a runner!" The Master flung the blue door open and looked down. About twenty-five feet (8 meters, whatever) down.

The door seemed to open in the middle of a random spot on a wall. At the bottom of the of the 25 feet/ 8 meter drop was a lot of... gelatin. The floor was covered in the stuff. There was a door at the bottom, but it was covered by the bouncy dessert. 

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"Don't worry," said a soothing voice, "just breath in the purple smoke. Sleep. It will all be okay."

The door was wide open for Jesper. If he wanted to, he could bolt up the stairs. He would just have to outrun the dragons. He had hit two of the three. One seemed seriously injured, but the other one was merely temporarily phased and distracted by the pain. Another was flying straight towards Jesper. 

The two black and white dragons tried to grasp William's arms and hold him down.