The ink in which our lives are inscribed is indellible.

WHO: Helena Wells, and dungeon-goers (Any Investigator of the Jaunt is welcome!)
WHAT: A story.
WHERE: Inside Helena's created door
WHEN: Third week of Villains and Vigilantes
WARNINGS: Victoriana, child murder, aliens with colds.

Without warning, those with keys to Helena's rooms will find their keys returned to whatever space they were last in.

On one hill in the creme caramel of Liminal Space is a very proper Victorian wooden door, just waiting. There's no need to knock. Those with keys can get in, and let others in as well. What is through the door, however... that is the question. Who dares walk in the mind of one of the fathers of science fiction?