Lancelot considers his words for a moment, watching Susan roll up the rug. Eventually he says, "This place-- there are many doors or portals that bring... things, mostly. People, I suppose, sometimes. It seeks, for whatever reason, to answer what we would like most to have. I come from a time before... before Galahad was even born. Things may come from any time, it seems. I think it cannot give us who we want, but it can give us, sometimes, things we want, even when we know not that we want them."

A pause. "None of us knows how or why. But perhaps it can bring these things in, to help thee feel more..." He stops, because he knows she doesn't necessarily feel at ease, or perhaps even glad, about any of this.