Moving like a cat across the rock that trembled beneath his feet, the boy finally dropped onto the dirt and looked around at where he had managed to get himself into. It was an enclosed space one second, but one area opened up to two large doors with large knockers. He looked at them as if he was staring into the void of all the people he'd come to know as they passed through his thoughts and then finally fell away. All he could think of were those hands around his waist, that whisper against his ear.

Walking up to the doors, he looked them over while chewing his lip, head tilting some as he thought.

"It's very rude to stare!"

Somehow, he expected to hear this and looked up. He'd almost been living in this world in his dreams, and that meant that things didn't shock him as much as they should have anymore. He purred a little at the thought that no one could take this away from him, and nobody could tear it apart. The thought struck him that this was a fantasy, but it was the perfect place to start a new world for himself. He knew the hurt heart he had held in his old world was a heart that worked in this one. And it excited him more as he bounced.

"How do I get through?"

"What? I'm sorry, can't hear ya."