Robert walks, repeating the same two words as he does. His rhyme
game kept him entertained for what could have been several centuries,
but he brought it to an end when he realised he was forgetting its
main purpose - he is looking for a red door. He does wonder about
the white doors from time to time, there's so many of them and
they're all the same, not even numbered. Assuming they all lead to
different rooms, he wonders how anyone would be able to find the
right door, though he also wonders if they all just lead to the same
room. Perhaps the residents of the Weave can see a difference that
he can't. He must make a note to ask Tom, if he ever turns up.
