Given that he passed out onto a hard wood floor Taylor felt fine. Groggy, but fine. As he sorted through the memories he left his dark little corner completely confused. "Uh, Mr. Goode, Sir, what the heck is happening? I think I passed out and now I'm hearing that you can sense evil and darkness is coming and, what is going on??" He was tired and confused. He decided that if random people send out invitations to a club without an explaination, don't accept. "Don't say my father's name in vain! The heck... Forget I said that Miss. I am so sorry. I am quite worried. I'm not a fighter, I'm more like a puncing bag" When he moved forward into the light, he was hit with more memories, more feelings of pain and anxiety. His own.