'What's behind the door?' he asked, once again holstering his gun.
Ripley answered, but this time her voice was that of a grown man. Strange, haunting music played as she - now he - spoke. 'You unlock this door with the key of imagination,' she said. 'Beyond it is another dimension. A dimension of sound. A dimension of sight. A dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You just crossed over into... The Twilight Zone.'
The pilgrim blinked in confusion.
'Come on!' Ripley said when no further reaction was forthcoming. 'That was spot on!'