text: Colonel Forbin stared at the fourteen bars that stood at the end of the cell. He ran his hand across the cold, damp dungeon wall and thought again about the door. He had traveled through the door out of necessity. Once he knew it existed, he simply couldnt leave it alone. Just like Wilson. Just like Tela. Just like Errand Wolfe. And he sat in the dungeon, and he realized that he was back again, through the door. And through the tiny window in the corner of his cell, he heard the distant strains...
  Errand...
  Errand...
  Errand...
  Errand...