Walt's Machine- Part 4

The cold was one of his absolute fiercest enemies, and he adorned himself with so much armor against it as to go to war with the very elements. He hovered before the door handle, repelled by some magnetic field of uncertainty. In a sudden burst of resolve he grabbed hold of the shiny gray ball that was his freedom, and trudged intently off through the forest of cold.
It wasn't until he got there that he saw his convictions dim slightly. It was something about doorknobs, he guessed. They were the access point to the unknown, and he was pathetically xenophobic. After one more brief pause for contemplation, however, he went inside, and was immediately swallowed whole by the shadowy mouth of a long, descending staircase.