[Prior's always suspicious of random doors with nothing but brightness on the other side. It's all very walk toward the light, and he isn't ready for that. But, while his body's catching a nap on a velvet couch in one of Shades Darker's less populated back rooms, his dreams have given him a black space, and this door, and nothing else to do but walk through.]

If all my family are waiting to welcome me to heaven on the other side of this thing, you should know my father and I still don't talk.

[He says to nothing, lips twitching at one corner as he considers and adjusts that.]

Although if we're dead I suppose I could have a few choice words. And as far as grandma's concerned... well, don't concern her, she won't be there.

[And he steps through. Into the light. Into.

Into some sort of futuristic BDSM dungeon. There's a body splayed out on the table, taking roleplay to the kind of extreme you can't come back from. Two storm troopers or something, their (huge, terrifing) guns the only light in the room. And there's a woman - he thinks it's a woman - with something kneeling in front of her that looks like it used to be a man.

Prior observes it with the distance of someone who knows he's a dreamer in this space, and then covers his mouth and recoils anyway.]

Sorry, wrong room. I was looking for the Thai Massage? Jesus fucking Christ.

[The last part snapped out as he turns to find the worthless fucking mystery door has poofed into thin air, leaving only dark and more potential horrors behind him. The screaming of the man on the floor neatly encapsulates roughly how he feels.

No one and nothing in the room has looked up at him. So he swallows, nods.]

Fine. This is fine. I'll just... I'll just take the other exit.

[He's edging round the table when two shots ring out and the guards go down.]