“Well, little Dante,” this new Judy said, turning her head to the man-child on her hip. “Let’s get you into the nursery. They did a 180 degree turn, and faced another bland office door with a golden doorknob. Within a few easy steps they were at the threshold, and the new woman opened the door. Blinding light filled Dante’s eyes, as he squeezed them shut. He felt himself being carried over the threshold, and heard the door shut behind him.