Meanwhile, the Original was transported back to the start by the Two Deities... to the Hall of Doors, where a choice was once made, a direction once taken in a moment of boredom. The Pond had been through so much that the Two Deities allowed the Original to once again decide which path to take. The Original slowly walked down the long Hall of Doors, pondering. He stopped at the very end and meditated on the words above the door. He took off his old coat and threw it aside as he bravely embarked on this new odyssey. He made a rare choice...