[He's convinced he came through the mirror, at least. (The things living in the Dressing Room does to one's logic.) He wants through the door, and he almost prepares to try to phase through... but he doesn't want another headache. Instead, he tries to call up a couple butterflies to chew their way through the door -- specifically, around the knob, so that (if it worked) he could push the door without bothering with the lock.]