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*It's just a door.
The captain stares at it - or one should say continues to stare, he's been rooted in place for almost ten minutes now - with an indefinable expression. Sunlight glows from under it. Obviously a nice day in Neverland. How he hates nice days in Neverland. The old hatred makes his shoulders lift in disgust, and his healing wounds take the opportunity to remind him that he's been standing in an uncomfortable position, the steel claw tapping at his upper lip, for far too long. He shifts his weight, and the dull, nagging pain eases. There are better things to be doing. Why is he still standing here?
It's just a door.*
The captain stares at it - or one should say continues to stare, he's been rooted in place for almost ten minutes now - with an indefinable expression. Sunlight glows from under it. Obviously a nice day in Neverland. How he hates nice days in Neverland. The old hatred makes his shoulders lift in disgust, and his healing wounds take the opportunity to remind him that he's been standing in an uncomfortable position, the steel claw tapping at his upper lip, for far too long. He shifts his weight, and the dull, nagging pain eases. There are better things to be doing. Why is he still standing here?
It's just a door.*