The next fifteen minutes were a blur of motions for Helena. Four more more doors stood between her and where she came from and for each door, a new town. Panic set in with full force as she came to each door and left it far behind, running ton the next, and the next, and the next.
Green door.
Helena practically slammed into the door as she stopped her full on sprint, careful not to turn the handle and fall into the hell that lay behind. After a moment's hesitation, she turned the handle and pushed inward, stepping back as she did so. Before her was what appeared to be a dense forest of evergreens with a single small cottage further in.
Helena's breath left her lungs as a single light in the cottage turned on and a shadowy figure appeared to be looking from the window. Her movements were not her own in that moment, but not like the others. She ran. She ran along the wall under the spell of her flight or flight response. She kept running and running before stepping several steps short of another one.
Patterned door.
The lettering was the same as the others, but the name "JACKSON" was now in a diamond patter of yellows, greens, and purples. Another moment of hesitation as her mind flashed an image of Malina, Teddy, and Calen disappearing into a crowd. She shook of the image and tightly clenched the handle and turned, swinging it inward.
The town this time was... different. The black door had been an abandoned looking town, sure, and the green door had lots of trees, but this... it seemed like an old town. A very old town. Bricks stacked into square looing pyramids stood in the distance with huts lining the pathways between them and Helena. Large jungle trees grew in and around the buildings, breaking through holes and sprouting from cracks. Some of them seemed to bare some sort of fruit while others simply existed. The weirdest part, however, was that it wasn't abandoned. Dark skinned humans and faunus were walking from house to house, talking with one another, or just standing around with modern looking umbrellas and scrolls. They didn't even seem to notice her as she shook her hand and backed away from the door and began to run again.
Yellow door.
There was no hesitation this time and the rush of it all almost made Helena trip through the door as she came to a screeching halt and opened the door, only catching herself on the door frame. Beyond that door frame stood a desert town. Small huts with tarps protecting their roofs from the rain stood around a small oasis. Several of the huts had light and smoke rising from them and the succulent smell of food drifted into Helena's nose. For a moment she considered walking through the door, her stomach practically begged her as it growled and groaned within her, but in a moment of better thought she turned and quickly ran from the door, just like before, but not quickly enough to miss the faint reflection of the moon in the oasis pool. As she ran once more she looked to the sky and saw no moon. There couldn't be a moon, it wasn't even noon yet, it couldn't be night. Thoughts raced through her head before being utterly silenced as she approached her next door.
Crimson door.
This door was wrong. The wood was the same, the engraving was the same, the name was the same aside from the crimson coloring, but it was still wrong. Helena took a deep breath and stood in her place for a moment, catching herself from the running she had almost constantly been enduring. After the moment passed she slowly reached toward the handle, dimly aware of the similarly crimson red eyes staring in at her from just beyond treeline behind her, and turned.
It was another old village of some sort. Old wooden structures held up by mud and archaic rope, all surrounding a center of town where a large basket of bread and fruit sat. A man kneeled down, facing toward the basket and away from Helena, with his head bowed down in what appeared to be some form of prayer. Helena looked around for a moment and saw not a single other soul in the village before returning to the man. Though it was dark and far away, she felt she could make out the faintest image of curly red hair and ragged brown robes. That wasn't all she felt. She felt something else, something more abstract. She couldn't put her finger on what it was perhaps thanks to her being on the other side of the door, but a single thought crossed her mind in genuine curiosity.
"Is it fear?"