She hadn't noticed Eric leaving the room, but Rose did hear her name being called a few moments later. The girl turned away from Sherlock, glad for the interruption. Hesitating only to grab her coffee cup, she trotted into the dining room. Holmes was left to follow.

The door pulsated with a strange glow. It stood on the far wall of the dining room, which should have meant that it lead outside. Rose got the distinct feeling that this was not the case.

The Companion was awful with temptation. In her time with The Doctor, she was always the first to run off when some new world was reached. More often than not, her antics had lead her straight to danger. However, months and months in this house had amplified her need for new things. The sleepy Rose headed for the door.

"Wha' is it?" she asked, stopping just inches from the portal. "Ya think we should go through?" With about as much caution as Alice in Wonderland, Rose slowly extended her free hand to touch the door.