Sigmund nods, drawing an X in the middle circle. "The gremlins call this one Central. Like the others, it goes by many names. The White Realm, the Bright Oblivion, the 9th Realm. I call it something else. Home. If I remember correctly, there's one way in from the other Realms. Just one. This may not always have been the case, and it may still not be. But this way is by far the safest of any available alternatives, though its method is restricted to very few." He reaches into a pocket of his coat and pulls out three boxes, each with a key inside. Each of the keys is made of solid gold and is as long as the distance from the base of Sigmund's palm to the tip of his middle finger. "There are 8 keys like this, one for each of the outside Realms. Somewhere is a door, with 8 locks. Far as I know, I stick all 8 of these in, open the door, step through the doorway, and I'm in through the front gate back home. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am. At least, that's how I understand it." He folds up the sheet of paper and puts it in a pocket of his coat before carefully gathering up the keys, placing them back in their boxes, and returning the boxes to their pocket. "And that's all there is to know."