You grossly misunderstand how I feel about the World. I much prefer the World to the world, you know. It's a far less noisy, distracting, irritating place for me. And even if I did, it wouldn't matter. This is my home. It's his home, too. We're bound here, you know.

So trying this avenue won't help you, either. Tick tock, Alice. Every moment you waste with me is another moment your friend is probably going to spend shoving that Key deeper into his gut. If you really don't want him to, then go stop him.

[ He's still smiling, even as he says it. He doesn't care who becomes the Door, honestly. He got his Keys back. Why should he? ]