Nahadnowen led CJ to his door. Sure enough (though unbeknownst to the fish) it was the same doorknob CJ's guitar had disfigured earlier. Nahad's two suitcases, each about as big as a purse to a human, were still outside the door.<br/><br/>"I'm moving my stuff into my room, or at least I would if I could open the door," he said sheepishly. "It's already unlocked. You just have to turn the handle."