Hall of Doors

Ding!

You hear the sound of a tiny bell ring as you suddenly grow aware of your surroundings. A voice greets you from the bright light surrounding you with an overenthusiastic British accent. "Welcome Daniel! To the Hall of Doors, I do hope you'll enjoy your stay." The accented voice reverberates around the ethereal walls and you wonder what land of dreams you've stumbled into this time. "Yes, hello, what is this place?" Your voice echoes just the same as his, and you rub your eyes to get a better look around you.

The voice answers as you look around, "While this could be perceived as some kind of a dream, since all dreams do quite the same, the Hall's main purpose is to teach people about themselves. The choices in this reality are yours, though I wouldn't rely on dream-logic to see you through tough situations. It's up to you, using critical thinking, to make the right decisions when difficult times emerge."

You nod your head, a mixture of doubt and curiosity muddling your already-amnesic mind. As he spoke you looked at the walls around you, a bright white light pouring off them. Doors spaced randomly along them, colored and styled in completely different ways. One door might look old with faded planks and grey lines of dust running up and down the creases while the next might be of an upside down triangular shape with a left handed handle and blue coloring. Further down the hall you could make intersecting hallways which lead elsewhere, you couldn't quite make out where. As questions began to fill your mind, you decided on one and asked, "Who are you?"

"Thompson, at your service!" he replied, and with that a figure much resembling the monopoly man (plus a monocle, screw the mandela effect) materializes in front of you, tipping his top hat in salutations.

Before you could muster a response, you hear the echoes of footsteps coming from down one of those intersecting halls.

"Damnit, someone's gotten through!" Thompson whispers with a glare down the hallway.

You blink a few times and whisper "What do you mean someone's gotten through?"

"These doors, they lead to other dimensions! Normally I-..er, the portals, are set in rather-" he looks down in thought for a moment and runs his hands over the top of his cane before continuing "-hard to reach places so the average animal doesn't wonder through and make a mess of things..."

"I don't understand..other dimensions?"

He's about to respond when you both hear a feminine voice, presumably the source of the footsteps. She calls out in surprise, "Who's there?"

Thompson turns to you, grabs your shoulders and says in an urgent whisper "I'm afraid questions will have to wait until later, come on! We've got to hurry!" and runs towards a green door with a sign next to it reading "Harxodd" which opens up automatically as he approaches. The other side revealing lush green hills with sparkling rivers, mountains in the distance and a brilliant blue sky without a cloud in sight. You thought you could hear the chirping of birds and the rushing of water in those rivers but you couldn't be sure.

"But I-"

"Get in quick! I'll explain everything once we're safe, but right now there's no time to waste!" he waves you to follow him, interrupting your half-spoken objection.

You pause, unsure why you're fleeing from whoever's calling out from around the corner—and why does her voice sound so familiar?

"What if I don't?"

Thompson gulps "God help us if she finds us here..."

"Why-"

"Christ boy make up your mind! We can't wait any longer!" he gives you a hard stare, indicating he'll leave you behind if you refuse to follow him.

You hear the footsteps drawing closer, it's now or never!