They were friends, and had been for a long time. Adamar's feelings were important to Jason, and that was why he had never admitted to his friend that he didn't believe in ghosts. Or, he had, but that had been a long time ago and he never brought it up. Adamar felt the spirits of his family were with him even in death, and Jason (who knew that his life had been much easier) always thought it would have been wrong to do anything that might take that belief away from Adamar.<br/><br/>So, when Adamar whispered that there might be ghosts, Jason didn't say that ghosts weren't real. Instead, he looked around the hallway and trailed a path behind Adamar. "It's possible," he lied - or thought he lied. "But either way we gotta get back up and out. I'll be fine for now but I want to wash these cuts out before they get infected." He smiled past a bit of pain. "At least you're walking pretty well for taking that fall."<br/><br/>More sounds in the room behind them, like before. Jason's gut dreamed up a scenario he could accept for this - and it wasn't better. Adamar might chase ghosts, but Jason was thinking back to the recent tire tracks, and to the boards replacing themselves, and the weird sights and noises... Someone else might be in here with them. Some lunatic keeping this forgotten fun-house powered for his own deranged amusement. The thought had Jason's blood chilling faster than any ghost he could imagine - at least so far.<br/><br/>"If you see anything strange... Just, don't run off, okay?" Jason remembered Adamar's injury and sheepishly added "sorry. I just meant... We shouldn't split up."