Anti-climactic or not, Lloyd felt only relief and budding excitement when his eyes caught the words on the plate by the door. Even the lettering looked like a match for the faded and worn letters on their cards. This was it. They'd finally made it somewhere. They could finally get something done. He danced impatiently from foot to foot as he waited for Castiel to open the door.

"What do you think will be in there?" he asked, unable to hold himself in silence anymore. "There's supposed to be something in there that'll help us get home, right? Do you think it's in a book? Or maybe it's a gate like the Otherworldly Gate! Maybe that's how they got us from our worlds!" He didn't remember going through any such gate, but he could explain that flaw away easily enough. He'd been sick with the poison (or whatever it had been) that he still suspected Yuan had somehow given him. It wasn't surprising he couldn't remember what happened.

The thought that they might be so close to the way home, though, made him want to rush forward and try his key. In the back of his mind, he was already forming plans for how to break the door down if for some reason the key cards didn't work. A well-placed Beast, or maybe if Kratos his the lock with a fireball to weaken the metal right before Lloyd struck it with his sword. Or maybe they could...

He waited, tense, almost holding his breath, to see if he would need any of those plans after Castiel slid his card through the lock.