1. So It Begins

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"Now, I know what you're thinking, why is the canary painted pink and why are there piano keys covering the floor? Just give me a minute and I'll think of a reason." I paused putting my hand over my chin, she looked bewildered. I could tell she wanted to speak, but something was holding her back. She must've wanted to hear my explanation. "Would you believe monsters? No, that'd be too simple. Plus, you probably wouldn't believe the truth." I resumed my pondering stance, this time adding in a pacing routine, just to give the illusion of true thought.

"Okay, let's start this simple. You know the color pink is an anomaly right? Of course you do. It's a ghostly color, how else would I summon ghosts? It's their color. Weird how girls stole the color of ghosts, huh?" I was getting off track. "I must sound crazy right now, don't I?" She just continued staring at me. Probably still shocked as to how I got into her home. I had never "legitimately" met this woman before, that could have scared her a bit, but, in my defense, she wasn't supposed to be home for at least another hour or so.

She continued to stare at me with a look of wonderment on her face. She was trying to figure out if she had seen me before, of course she had, but I was hoping she wouldn't remember. But she knew who I was, she was just putting those last few pieces together. Finishing up the jigsaw puzzle that was our current relationship. Hopefully, our future relationship will be much more complex. I'm thinking 1,000 pieces of just a pure white puzzle. Yeah, that's what we'll be to each other, I thought, staring up at the blank, white ceiling.

I noticed I was ignoring her, I had gone off into my own mind.

I got to be careful doing that, I don't want to get lost again.

She was still silent, holding a bag groceries around her arm, an open container of yogurt in one hand, a spoon in the other. I almost felt bad, I mean, I caught her mid-bite. Then, it hit me, she must still be waiting for the rest of my explanation. I didn't even get to the piano keys yet! Clearly, my story was so enveloping that she was dying to hear more and she just couldn't bring herself to ask. I took her silent cue and continued.

"The piano keys were a bit trickier," I continued, walking around the room. Her flabbergasted eyes followed my every step. "As you know there isn't a single piano in, like, the entire tri-state area, but I found one. Multiple in fact. Obviously all of these didn't just come from one." I made a gesture towards the ground, hoping to pique her interest a little. It did not. There was a lot of them, and I mean a lot. I looked back to her and continued my ingenues explanation. "Have you ever heard that riddle? What key opens no locks?" I paused giving her a chance to answer. She didn't take the chance, so I answered for her. "Of course it's piano keys, but that riddle, like most things people believe, is wrong. Piano keys do open doors, people just don't know the right door or the right key." I paused to look over at the mess of about a thousand black and white keys littering her floor, separated in two piles, those that I have tried, and those that still needed testing. I was sure the right one was in there. Somewhere. "And, as you might be able to tell, I don't know which one either. BUT! I do know the door. It's right there," I said pointing to the wall. The wall where no such door existed.

I was dying to know what was going on in her mind. From what I knew of her, she wasn't one to remain silent. She was the farthest thing from an introvert on the planet. Was it something I said? I continued staring at her, wondering why she wasn't amazed at the sight, I glanced over at the wall. "Oh, right! I forgot!" I exclaimed. I bent down and picked up my special light. It wasn't plugged in. I walked over and shoved the plug in the socket and pointed the light at the wall, revealing a door that, just a second ago, wasn't there. She spoke for the first time. Her voice like a field of daisy's, being run over by an eighteen wheeler. To be fair, she was screaming at the top of her lungs. And again, to be fair, she wasn't prepared to see the Fai-dee Door. Not like I was the first time I laid eyes on it.

"What the hell is that thing!?" she screamed.

"That, my dear friend, is a Fai-dee door." She seemed to be interested now. I guess the proof really is in the pudding... who would've thought? "This is the second one that I've found, but I can't seem to open it." Then, a circuit connected in my brain. A thought sprung up. Something I can't believe I had glanced over before. "Duh!" I called out loud, amazed at my stupidity.

She seemed to be getting her voice back, "Why is it... Where did it... What?!"

"Relax," I said, trying to calm her down. She dropped everything, her spooned clattered when it hit the ground, yogurt spilled all over the hard-wood floor. I walked towards her, cautiously. I had learned, in my previous encounters with females, that if I ran at them, I tended to get kicked in the testicles. I also learned, through many experiences, that that sensation is not a pleasant one, so I tried to avoid it as much as I could. She was still in complete and utter shock at the ghost door that was now occupying her living room. My testicles were safe. For now.

"Okay," she said. Her voice was slightly wavering but it still had that light airy feel to it. "Let's start over," she had a sarcastic looking smile on her face. She was trying very hard not to freak out, scream, or bolt over to the phone and dial 911. It was almost like she could see that I wasn't a genuine threat, like she wanted to give me a chance or something. She wanted answers, and that was my in.

"Let's start over," she said. "Who are you and why are you in my home?" he voice was sweet with poisonous words. I had to be careful with my answers, the wrong one could send her running and I don't want that. It might be best to play this mysterious-like. If I can stall long enough for her to open the door, we can have all of our formal pleasantries in another world.

"I'm... a friend."

"Dude, I'm throwing you a bone here! Seriously, who are you?"

I took a deep breath. Should I really tell her? What if I told her my real name and she recognized me? As unlikely as that is I just can't risk it for now. "My name is Bryan... Bryan Adams."

"Okay, well I know right off the bat that that is bull, and we probably aren't going to get any further going down that road. So. Next question." She cleared her throat and assumed a innocent-looking stance, "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING AND HOW DID YOU GET IT IN HERE?!" she screamed. Not loud enough for the neighbors to hear, but loud enough to rattle my eardrums. This girl was amazing.

"Like I said, it's a Fai-dee door-"

"What's a Fai-dee door?"

"It's... I can't explain it. And I didn't put it in here, it's always been here. Probably for centuries."

"How come I've never seen it! I've lived here for four years. You're telling me a door can just exist without my knowing?"

"Easily. As far as I know, I'm the only one who can see them without the light."

"What makes the light so special?"

"It's a 84 Watt bulb with fly paper covering it." She gave me a weird look. "Don't ask."

"Okay, so let's see, you won't tell me who you are, you broke into my house, painted my canary... a path I definitely don't want to go down, dumped thousands of piano keys on my floor and are telling me that one of them opens this magical door."

"That's the gist of it."

"Okay, I think I can go a little further... Why?"

"What do you mean 'why'?"

"I mean, why Lord do you always send the crazies to me?"

"I'm not crazy... my mother always said I was... eccentric. But either way, I'm obviously not lying. The door is right there."

"Then why don't you open it?"

Such a simple question, only she would ask it. Then the circuit connected. Finally, that weird incantation makes sense, I thought. That weird, almost initiation-like paragraph, finally has a purpose. It revealed, to me, what needed to be done, at the same time telling her why it needed to be done. A double whammy of sorts.

I grabbed her hand in mine, she was surprisingly complacent, and pulled her towards the piles of keys on the floor. She had her choice, any key she would choose would probably work. I mean it was her door.

"What are you doing?" she asked, in a surprisingly mild manner.

"I get it now," I said, mumbling to myself. "I can't open the door. Of course not! It's not mine to open!"

"Talking to yourself... yeah, that doesn't constitute insanity."

"You ask 'why don't I open it?' because, you have to."

"Come again."

"You open it."

"I'm not going near that thing!"

"Why? What have you got to lose?"

"My life... among many other things."

"Trust me. Please." I could see she was actually thinking it over. She was weighing it out in her head. She was going to do it.

Without a word, she reached down and picked up a random key. It was a black one, I could tell it was the one from the Baldwin. A nice piece. I felt bad smashing it. I found it in a museum down out of Cleveland, a plaque told me it was owned by some guy named Elton or something. It smashed nice, and I got like twenty, intact, keys from it.

I walked in closer to her and began speaking the incantation so she would know what she was getting into, so our adventure could begin.

"Before you lies a door. It is completely ordinary in its appearance: Average height, rectangular, built from a worn, colorless wood. A small knob is mounted at its halfway point. It is a door. And it is not a door. It is the pure, abstract concept of a door, distilled into a physical object. It is every door, to anywhere. It is what every door represents: pure potentiality. The possibilities it presents are infinite. It can open on any place, on any time. And it is not alone. All around you are doors just like this one. For this is a world made of nothing but entrances and exits. Anything that can be passed through could, at any point, become a portal to somewhere entirely different. But this door is for you. This door is yours to open."

She gave me an almost affirming nod, and reached out her key-holding hand, and pushed it underneath the door's handle. A compartment in the door sank in, letting the key enter it. A sharp sound was heard. I thought 'G' but I could've been wrong. She reached with her other hand and turned the knob. It was a little bit stubborn, but it opened. A bright light swept over the entire room. We were ready to ascend into a world of make-believe, as real as your cereal spoon. And this was just the beginning.

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