Finn watches Jermaine struggling, not moving to help, caught up in a niggling sense of familiarity at the song that was now fading away. He squints up at the door, trying to pin down exactly where he’d heard that sound before…seen that light…

“Wait, wait! I think I know what this is too…” Finn gently pulls Jermaine away from the door. “It’s not gonna open for you kicking at it, bro. It’s a truth door.”

He looks pleased with himself for the announcement, confident that it was the answer. The door didn’t look like the doorlord’s, but this place was obviously mashing things up, remixing memories into puzzles for them. And if so, then maybe this wouldn’t be so bad…he just had to remember how he solved them last time.