[quicklog: micah c, neil d, cris m, louis d]
[In Neil's mind, there was never any question of whether or not they would go. Louis had somehow broken out of Zatanna's basement and was now headed to another door, a door where Micah was, more than likely prepared to kill him; of course they were going. To make sure Louis didn't lose control again, but also to end this, once and for all, because not one of them could walk in that door and walk out knowing Micah was alive and free. Something had to be done. This was there chance.
Sam was left at the penthouse with a nurse, while he and Cris headed to the hotel to find the door. Neil brought a gun along, unwilling to go unarmed, and he didn't have much to say on the way there. Or when they arrived, either. He was tired, still fighting the wish-induced urge to propose. It didn't even occur to him to worry about Meredith; he assumed she was out. Tired of waiting for him and rightly so, but there wasn't time to make amends now. It would have to wait. Now was about finding the chalk-marked door. Now was about going in once they did, stepping over the threshold and into the world beyond.
He had no idea what Something Wicked This Way Comes was. A book, a movie, it could have been anything as far as he was concerned. The door led to a dusty landscape and a carnival, which held no significance to him. He looked at Cris and started walking; where Louis was Micah would likely be too, and vice versa.]