"Now let's find something less gorgeous for that door."

"Yes. These boots must be doing their job shaping our feet as it's proper. I'm sure we'll find something else for that door cause of yours. Why do you need to get out of it, anyway?"

Jen scrambled around much less cautiously, and with a loud squeal a metal bracelet caught her wrist without an intention of letting go.

"More new friends are sticking with us as we go! Isn't that something to envy?"

"Except we can't really go far away, can we?"

In the farther corner, Jen finally found something massive. It was a full head mask made of steel. The girl touched its face features.

"Why, these are my features...It was made for me."

"And you deserve it. Waste no time and put it on."

"But what about the wardrobe door? Hmmm?" — Jen asked half-consciously.

"You should not care about it so much. It does not really matter if the door's open or closed forever."