Hello, everyone. So. I haven't been updating my fics on here because of reasons (they're lame reasons, don't worry about it) for the past six months, but I'm going to try and catch up with everything. I won't be able to do it all at once, but I'll be doing my best. To see all the chapters I've added to multichapter fics, just keep going until you don't see this message at the top of the chapter anymore. Sorry about this!

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There was a door in Long Now that Clockwork had never opened. It was a recent addition to the ancient tower, only created in the last year or so.

Clockwork was widely regarded as the closest thing the Infinite Realms had to omniscient. Closer to all-seeing than even the Observants. The ultimate know it all.

He did not know what was behind that door. He didn't look.

That is to say, he knew, generally, why the door was there, what it represented, and what was probably behind it, but he had chosen not to look into any specifics. It would be better, he thought, for the one who the door was meant for to open it.

Although… All things considered, it was likely that Clockwork wouldn't be able to see what lay behind the door even if he "cheated." Lairs were strange like that, and so was Daniel.

Now… if only he could actually bring himself to have that conversation with Daniel. Unfortunately, neither of them were terribly communicative about such things, and Daniel had what might be termed baggage regarding familial relationships.

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"Daniel," said Clockwork.

"Mm?" said Danny. He'd been sleepily watching Clockwork make minor adjustments to the timestream via one of the larger viewing screens. "What?"

"You are practically falling asleep floating," he said, not unkindly. "Would like to go to bed?"

"I don't want to go home," said Danny, a great deal more bluntly than he normally would.

Clockwork hummed and paused the viewing screen. "Let me show you something."

"Okay."

They went across into the main hall, then flew up a spiraling stair. Just past the stairs was a strange door, one that just didn't fit with the rest of Long Now.

The door was a deep, almost black, purple, which wasn't so strange in the Ghost Zone, but the style was surprisingly modern, and it was painted with hundreds of almost-white spots that swirled together to make a galaxy.

"What is it?" asked Danny.

"A place for you, whenever you should need it."

"For me?"

"And only for you."

Danny reached out and opened the door.