Sebastian had tried every passage he could think of. He was starting to feel lost. All the alleyways seemed to look the same. He felt a tear forming. He held back. He didn't want to spend another day exhausted from the weeping. "Just one more try. If it's not here, I just want to give up," he admitted. And then, there, unexpectedly, around the corner from the last bit of foot-traffic, he found it. It was the door he had been looking for. But, you see, he didn't realize it yet. He felt it was right, but this door was different than any he had seen before. He didn't trust it— well, to say he didn't trust himself would be more accurate— he couldn't quite find the right key, although deep down he knew he had this key, somewhere.