It wouldnâ€™t exactly be a lie to say that Nick had retreated into a safe part of his mind. There had to be some way for him to find the courage to get out of here after a spook like that, all he was thinking of was the figure sitting in the chair and those corpses with their spiteful gazes, naturally retreating into a place where there wasnâ€™t any of that was what anyone would do, there he might find something. So he was searching. Searching for some sort of epiphany that would help him gather the courage to stand no matter how long it would take him. If he was here for hours, days, then so be it. Sitting in the corner with everything blocked out was infinitely better than having to face whatever was in store for him in reality. He was safer inside of his mind, and that was where he was going to stay.<br/><br/>He barely even seemed to notice that Erica had moved beside him, her words falling on deaf ears. In his mind she was just like the corpses. She was laughing at him, trying to flood his mind with horrible memories. The shriek merely reminding him of that horrible banshee scream the figure had made.<br/><br/>He could not for the life of him get that fucking scream out of his head.<br/><br/>Nick closed his eyes and retreated further into his shell, muttering barely audible things under his breath. Mostly questions asking why he was here and how he had been brought here flew out his mouth at such a rapid pace that it was just one jumbled mess. If anyone could make sense of it, there were questions about that figure, the woman, the corpses, what happened to this place. He just wanted to get out of here. If he could not leave physically then he was going to leave mentally. Each time the onslaught of belittling things hit him he just completely ignored it. His muttering became more random than anything, his mind coming up with anything to drown everything around him out. In a sense he had become broken by all this, but perhaps not entirely considering he was aware of these odd visions even if they were only in his mind.<br/><br/>It really didnâ€™t make any sense. Why was he not snapping out of it? What was really going on in his mind, surely it was much deeper than what was shown here. There was seriously something going on but no matter what Erica did, even when she grabbed his hand, it was almost under some sort of spell. Could it possibly be the drugs that were making him like this? For the most part they were out of his system but it was very possible that some traces remained or that there was something more to this than there seemed to be originally. Was it all the drugs that were doing this, or was it really something preternatural that was sending the two of them through this hell? He really could not say for sure, not in the state of mind he was in right now anyway.<br/><br/>Then suddenly something hit him. It was some sort of mental hit that made him get to his feet as if his ass had been set on fire. He looked at Erica and then he grabbed her arm, running out of the room with her as fast as he could. Something was driving him, his movements were not his own, but he seemed to know where he was headed.