Chris' search doesn't bring anything new. The door however, is a new witness...
...There is little depth to the doors secrets. With so little emotion expended upon it there is only a catalogue of blurry images and a pattern of opening and closing. And that is precisely why the image he seeks is so easy to find: -
Sated hunger. Pent up energy. Spike of envy, mixed with awe and tinged with fear. A short, barrel chested, hairy man handles the door. Pale skin peeks through a thick mat of hair. Shirtless, bare feet black with dirt; torn jeans. Through the murk a red haired woman in a corset passes. So does another figure, all the crisper for the emotional energy the hairy man invests in him: a man in a trench coat with long hair and van dyke beard; a man with hands that are too warped and too large to be anything buy monstrous.