“JUST please step away from the wall! If it needs to be
repaired the owner can do it themselves and who let you in here anyway> it
seems that there is no damage to the locks so you must have broken in
somehow.” He should have fired a warning shot, but his gut told him it
wasn’t a problem guns could solve.

He shook his head a few times then he kept on questioning
him. “You really have to leave and come with me or I will have to shoot you and
I really don’t want to shoot you. “

“No, no, it’s not that kind of Wall,” the Repairman hastily began to explain, before it hit him that it would probably be futile. Ah well. He could just come back and wrap it up anyway.

“Uh, I just kind of walk to where I need to be,” the inkblot said, lamely. Sadly, that’s the best way he could describe his multiverse travel.

He sighed.

“All right, I’ll follow you.”

He became a blur as his tools and supplies disappeared into his hammerspace, leaving the room almost the way it was before he got there. A faint whistling sound could be heard as he did this.

He stopped in front of the door, waiting for the other.