[Iris hadn't changed her mind about going into other doors. It had been struggle enough to even leave the door she was in - going into another one was well off limits in her mind. She knew she shouldn't even be standing there in the hallway, watching him dance around, fighting back the smile that wanted to creep out.
And it did look happy there. Bright, at least. She couldn't picture herself in that sort of place, had no idea what would happen to her, what she would look like, if she went through that door. Everything else was so colorful, but she somehow knew she would be grey. All-over grey, the way she felt as a person. And she wouldn't want to tarnish all the color with all her grey. She was already shaking his head by the time he stepped forward toward the door.
The transformation made her stumble back a few more steps until her back hit the opposite wall, her eyes huge as she stared at him. No, no, he looked wrong. He wasn't what she had expected at all. But of course it was him - who else could it be, with the jacket and the wild hair and the grin and the hat? She shook her head again as she stared.] No...