"You are our hero. It is ok to be afraid, so long as you keep walking."
The door... There is so much which a turn of a lever can unleash. Plastic bags floating over rat filled trash mounds. Hooded men in puffy jackets slowly smoking cigarettes in the dark. Locality within Apocalypse. Am I going to get butchered here? Am I a creature of the day after all?
"Your aura precedes you." says the gatekeeper.
"What color is it?"
"Gold... or Black... I cannot tell anymore."
"Even the day cannot save you." says Lestrade, standing next to me, a Marlboro Menthol in his mouth.
"Do you have an extra one of those?" I ask.
"Shit son, are you kidding me? Do you have any idea how much these cost?"
"Yea. I do. That's why I told Musette's brother's girlfriend I am sticking to schmiggies."
"What was that? Pardon?"
"I told Musette's brother's girlfriend that I am sticking to e-cigarettes."
"Good man!" says Lestrade.