Giving Sherlock only a half-glance, Rose grabbed onto the door and pulled. It swung open, much like any normal door would. It was rather anticlimactic. She'd expected some cinematic chorus or futuristic whooshing noise, or at least a burn on the hand. Instead, the trio was left looking into a vast, carpeted room of neon games- a casino.

Against the dark of the house, the image was painfully bright. Rose raised a hand to shield her sore eyes. "Wha' on Earth would-" Before she could finish, she was through the portal.

Standing alone, Rose stared in awe. She'd never actually been to one of these places before. The bells, whistles, and general clamor were overstimulating. However, even exhausted, she was quick to notice a problem. For all the noise, there weren't any people around.

Something wasn't right. Suddenly wanting to go back, Rose whirled around. The door wasn't behind her anymore- only more casino. She hoped first that the men would follow... and then, that they wouldn't.