They stopped again at the door. "This is my stop," said Handy, gesturing toward the door. He stood for a moment, unsure of what else to say. When nothing came to him, he started digging through his pockets for his key, having forgotten which one he'd put it in. Out came the usual pens, bits of string, and small toys until he finally found the right pocket and pulled out the key, stuffing the other things back into his pockets haphazardly.