The two stood at the door, unsure of each other, apprehensive of what paths would the door lead them to...if.
They wondered, quite separately so, in their own heads if it would be heaven or hell. For the door gave away nothing. Except an occasional sight of firework, which kind of corroborated their apprehension that there will be fire. No sound, not even muffled ones, and no one came through.
After a long, long contemplation, he offered his hand, 'hey, I too am a passenger. I've never been on this journey before.'
...if they took the chance, together.
