Benrey stirred in confusion as the world flashed before him in a cacophony of green, black, and purple-black checkerboard before he was suddenly dropped in front of some unknown door, still in his security uniform as he stared forward. This… wasn’t Black Mesa. Or the theater—shouldn’t he be dead right now too? Obviously, not forever, but…

When had the script changed? When and where was this?

Welp. No time like the present to find out! He had no idea where he was, or whose door this was, but, he may as well knock, right?

So, he shifted a little, taking a deep breath… and knocking on the unknown door in front of him.