"I willingly submit myself to your training."

You speak the words you saw etched in the mirror above the dressing table in Mr. Hewitt's hidden closet.

You squirm a little saying the words. They are a little too direct. They are a little too much like you're making a contract. Like you're creating a binding verbal agreement. And as a paralegal, you know a lot about contracts!

And you say the words a little too earnestly...

But it's just a dumb password, right? Of course it is. It doesn't mean anything, you're sure of it.

You hear a click, and the door magically swings open.