At her words, Noah's pondering gaze shifted. He reached into the impossible space of his own existence, and he took out… a key.
It was a simple, gray rectangular object, almost mundane in its appearance. A Key. The Frequency of Existence that had once been Hell Terra Firma!
It needed an influx of paradoxical authority to activate, and now, in this Shore, it shone with a faint, expectant light.
"I have a Key to a Doorway to THE Loom," he said, his voice a quiet statement.
Khor's eyes widened, a flicker of genuine surprise in her ancient gaze. "How did you get your hands on something like that?"
Noah's gaze drifted to the frozen figures of Bob and the Mutated Inevitability. "In my home Wheel of Existence, this Key used to be in the form of a mere Frequency of Existence. Actually… Little Bobby and others were looking for it. He was doing everything he could to find a path to bring back his daughter. But after everything was over and done, I obtained this Key. And now…"
