Gambit emerged from the hole and shut the door behind him leaving it seamlessly concealed among the wooden slats. No wonder no one had noticed. He supposed they were lucky to have not had a couch placed on top of it, though.
"Heaven?" The Doctor had never bothered to give much thought to heaven or hell given the nature of his species and the fact he was a scientist. The concept intrigued him; but, in practical terms he didn't quite understand the application. Seeing the birth and destruction of galaxies didn't tend to do much for the religious aspects of a person's development. Energy he understood, cause and effect; but, a benevolent force controlling the universe? Not so much.
The Doctor took up a seat of his own on a nearby couch. Before he knew it he was leaning back into the musty cushions. He felt so much more comfortable than on the floor in the tunnel. "You seem nearly as alone as I am," he said off handedly, looking up at the barn's rafters. He had a hard time understanding how a human might live that way. Their lives were too short.