by Danny
The oak doors loomed high above the ground. They looked thick, sturdy. The kind of doors you wouldn't want to fall on your car if one fell out of a plane; the bill from the repair place would be ridiculous. You'd much rather one fell on your neighbor's car (you know, the guy with the dog who craps all over the place). Those kind of doors. One would almost describe them as majestic, if one was given to throwing adjectives around.
And, for the first time in a while, the whole team was gathered, in front of these doors, trying to decide which one to go through.
"Yup... those are certainly some very big doors," Tobias Christopher said. Sam Dawson nodded, Tobias having made something of an astute observation.
Danny Hearn just looked at the doors without saying anything. They were the way out, the exit, the reset switch on this stupid adventure that ended in more injury than it should have.
He was about ready to pass out. The pain from his broken rib and wounded side were, rather unsurprisingly, getting worse, as opposed to getting better. Danny may have been a medical oddity, but it still fucking hurt when he got the shit kicked out of him, both by his enemies and by his best friend. Danny glanced momentarily at Sam, then returned his gaze to the doors.
Despite his injuries, and the fact that he was seconds away from passing out due to extreme blood loss, he stood. He stood in front of the doors and in front of his team. He felt confident and thought that he had every right to after the way he dealt with Kalunga, tricking her, poisoning her, knocking her out, taking her out of the picture in what he thought was a rather clever fashion.
Little did Danny know that she would apparently get up, brush herself off, and wander off on her merry way to new adventures, with no sign that she had ever been poisoned and knocked out, right after her confrontation with Danny, completely disregarding, and making irrelevant, Danny's achievement and his time and energy. But that was how things worked here in the Castle of Crossed Destinies. It was mysterious, mysterious and spooky, very spooky.
"Um... can anyone tell me what the hell Under-riffic Underoos are, and why a talking TV screen is trying to sell them to me?" came Dirk Bell's voice from the back of the group.
Danny turned. Sure enough, one of the floating billboards from his time was hovering around Dirk. The Castle of Crossed Destinies was apparently crossing destinies, as the name would suggest. Danny was starting to get the fact that time didn't exactly go in a straight line here.
He walked to the billboard, punched it. It fell. He walked back to the front of the group. "I fucking hate those things," Danny said. He paused for a moment, looking up at the doors. They had to make the right choice, and make it now. He looked back at his team, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a dollar coin.
"What are you doing?" Tobias asked.
"Deciding which door to go through," Danny replied.
"By flipping a coin?"
"Exactly."
"Good to see you have a solid plan..." T.C. remarked.
"I thought so," Danny said.
He handed the coin to Kristofer Schanz, alias Chance. "You seem to have Pete's luck powers, Chance. Flip the coin. Heads we go through the right door, tails the left," Danny explained. "That is, unless anyone objects to this plan..." Nobody said anything.
Chance flipped the coin. It landed in his left palm, and he turned it onto his right hand. He slowly uncovered it. "Tails," he said, looking up at Danny.
"Okay, looks like we exit stage left," Danny said, gesturing toward the door on the left. He stepped forward and opened it.
They all walked through.