Poof, magic door.

As you sit there on the ground, your mind wanders, and you end up thinking of home. You discover that you're actually homesick. How long have you been trapped here for? Hours? Days? Weeks?

You manage to calm yourself down, then focus. You want a door; a door that leads back to home. You open your eyes, and lo and behold, there is a door. You approach it cautiously, then push it open, and light floods in through the doorway. You blink the spots from your eyes, and look through the door to find your bedroom.

You're about to step through, when...

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