“So I’m special?” The idea was appealing. Who didn’t want to be special? So it was almost disappointing when Hudson ruffled his feathers and said, “Only as special as the kitten who gets picked first from a litter of twelve. It’s luck as much as anything. Our Door almost always looks like a door. If you hadn’t run away when you did, or if you hadn’t tried to use the door you did, you wouldn’t be here. The Doors have to choose you, but then you have to choose yourself. Luck and timing. Just looking for something lost doesn’t make you Lost yourself.”
