He was about to step out of his room when the answer came into his mind suddenly.  Nothing was making any sense this morning, and he briefly wondered if he was still dreaming.  Everything seemed so real, though.  His worn and comfortable clothes on his skin, the boards under his feet... but then, if it WAS a dream, wouldn't the familiar things still be familiar?<br/><br/><em>Fine.  If it's a dream, it doesn't matter what foolish things I do.  So I'll just open this door and it will be a portal to Sigil.  In fact, let's make it a portal right to the Lady of Pain.  I'll go through the door and she'll gladly explain everything to me.  And if it's not a dream, I'll just be in the hallway like always, and I'll go have some breakfast.</em>With that logic in mind, he firmly stepped through the door.