Desmond McCain stood there, as he had been left by the people he'd been with, them going off to do... something... without so much as a goodbye. He only knew them for a few minutes, but still, he'd like to know what was going on. He was drinking a glass of tea that he got from god-knows-where, and surveyed his surroundings, realizing that Michael and them had left him with no idea where he was. He could be floating through space for all he knew. Soon a door opened from nowhere and a man in a mask fell through, and Desmond saw as a small idol was left in the door frame and it swung shut, the idol now on the other side. He blinked. "...Well..."
"....shit Shit SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT Shit shit shit..." Came the voice of one man, all alone, as he ran from door to door, opening and closing, looking for the right one. Kevin had bought the relic from a man who said it'd 'open doors to anywhere and everywhere, whenever you want' and he was right. The cheeky bastard. Door to door, he looked into all kinds of worlds and places, looking for the right one. It was in his gut, he had to find her. He sensed trouble and he wasn't about to let his gut tell him off again. Door after door he opened, and always shouted one name. "MINX!" In the last door he came through he was staring at a man, standing alone, drinking tea, and he felt his foot slip. He crashed out of the door and by the time he got up it was swinging shut, the relic was on the other side! He jumped for it but the door evaporated. He got up. "...What happens when a relic that is the only way to open a dimension gets trapped in that dimension...?" He wonders to himself.
((*'Give me something to work with please,' the nervous smile said* Ehehehe... There they are...))