“Red d-door” Robert stutters as he staggers on, “R-red door.”
His feet have been painful for a while now, they've developed
callouses, making it difficult to walk properly, or at an even pace.
Each step sends a dull ache up through his calves to echo in his
knees. His back is bent and sore, his shoulders rounded, he can no
longer stand up straight. Yet still he keeps going, his faith in the
red door the incentive that keeps him going. One day he'll find the
red door, he knows he will, and all of this, this life-long journey,
will have been worth it and he will die a happy man.
