There was the door to the Woolsey carriage. Though it has never taken me anywhere before besides the inside of the carriage, so perhaps that is a different kind of door you mean.

[It is all quite baffling. How can one be so suddenly transported from one place to another, like this? Especially a place so utterly foreign. Not even manifesting ghosts have quite such instantenious travel.]

Perhaps it would be best to start asking about. We are gaining nothing by standing about theorizing on so little information. Do we even know where we are, at this point?