"In a way, yes. This is a door to somewhere special, so it only appears at the right times. Or to the right people."

[His gloved hand is resting on the door-handle, an unnecessary gesture to draw out the suspense. Finally, the door creaks open to reveal a large room, colored in all sorts of different shades of blue. A faint piano music plays, but no instrument can be seen. In fact, the room just contains a few chairs and tables, covered in velvet blue.]

"I guess I should explain, but this is my home."