The Doorway: a panfandom game

I've received a callback about my inquiries into rejoining the FBI here. The good news is that I'll be going Friday to pass a formal interview and sit for the exam they generally pass out at the end of training in Quantico.

The bad news is it's been a long time since I took that exam, so I have until Friday to prepare for it. If I fail, I have to take the 20-week course all over again. Even if I pass, it will take upwards of a few weeks to process and get back to me. Part of me thinks it's because they want to make sure I don't up and disappear back through that blue box.

Are you getting restless yet? I was thinking we could take a long stroll and see who can spot the most differences between here and home. You know, make a small game of it.

After that, there's a club called The Iridium here that's featuring Bucky Pizarrelli tonight at 8pm (and 10pm) and I know you wouldn't want to miss seeing a jazz legend. I may have already picked up a pair of tickets.

Guess who made friends with the lead on the NYPD Art Crimes unit? This lady. We're working with them on a missing painting this week, and it has all of us completely stumped. Deputy Inspector Charles Neacy, sweet fellow that he is, took me to lunch yesterday so we could chat a little more candidly.

He thinks it's internal in the family that the painting was stolen from, but so far all the evidence points away from that.

I may have alluded to the fact that I know a few people that could help. He may or may not be a fan of the show.

What do you say? Anybody want a job for the week?

Neal.

I'd really like to believe this is some elaborate con you've set up for a potentially good reason, that you somehow forgot to tell me about it, and that I'll come around a corner to find you and Mozzie doing something you really shouldn't.

But.

I think this may be beyond even your ability. No offense. Television? I did not see that coming. I'm fairly certain all those years at Quantico weren't completed with an 80s montage, so it's a little hard to swallow. I feel like I'm we're through the looking glass.

You are there, right?

Diana. Sara. Tell me this isn't as weird as I think it is. Tell me it's a huge prank, because I'm pretty sure I was just at S.H.I.E.L.D... and there was a guy there I would swear reminded me of a comic book character named Thor. Hammer and all.

I should probably mention that I read comics when I was growing up. I suspect you may have already guessed that. Judge if you want, but you should know Captain America is why I love my country.

Don't tell Neal.

Oh, I forgot to say hello. Hello.