It was there, the last door.
He didnt want to look at it.
Getting to here there had
been too many doors
Every opening had scared
the crap out of him
and now he knew
there could only be
one more door
which would only lead
to that place where
he wasn\'t ready to go.
No, not yet, never.
Ready ? jeez what could
prepare you for that.
He looked back along
the landing to where
fire had reached
and thought of Jill.
How she changed
becoming a pale
and frail bag of bones.
Then four months ago
all this had all started,
and the doors,
that night jill climbed
onto the roof.
He heard her calling
feint and failing from
the other side.
The cool brass smoothness
of door handle filled his hand....