[The warehouse party, so innocently staged through the Marvel Door, crowds an unprecedented number of alters in one place. Passages, though not precisely sentient, attempts to correct the imbalance that threatens to break down the fragile barrier between the Door worlds and the desert, and it starts by drawing everyone in. Every person with an alter understands that they're being forced to the hotel, but they're helpless to resist it, and one by one, they are drawn in. One by one, the hotel attempts to "correct" the wrong. Some remain as they are within the doors of Passages, others become their alters, and others split completely in two. One man, in possession of one little vial of fear gas, tries to take advantage of his newfound freedom by exploiting the vulnerabilities of those around him, and the Hotel attempts to correct that too. The result of the over-correction is that a primal vice associated with each person is revealed, and the doors slam shut after the final guest, not to open again until everything is set right in the morning.]