In the time it takes for one kappa and an army of tiny dolls to build a metal ceiling, or the coincidentally similar amount of time it takes a gardener and a demon to find soybeans in a crowded pantry, Patchouli Knowledge has... placed a hand on the doorknob. She even cracked the door open a tiny fraction once, but then there was a draft and it gave her chills, so she shut it back.

She considers going back and changing into a warmer set of pajamas before leaving.

(Dressing in something other than pajamas is out of the question... she doesn't have anything else in her wardrobe.)