Nick had not wanted Erica to move away from him and when she did he almost selfishly reached for her to pull her back. It had been what she had said to him that stopped him from doing just that. She was right about this place being a prison and didnâ€™t need to tell him twice that they needed to get out of here. For a long time he just stared at her, trying to block everything out around him, focusing on her features which were barely visible in the lack of lighting. He could have sworn he noticed something behind her but before he could mention it, whatever had been there was gone. His mouth opened to say something in response but he couldnâ€™t find any words. This place did not want him to speak, the fact he was being toyed with really was becoming more and more frustrating.<br/><br/>If only that frustration was enough to override his fear, he thought to himself. He was still trying to recover, but the wind still brushed against him.<br/><br/>â€œI knowâ€¦â€ He managed to whimper out. Voices still filled his mind; they were speaking about the crime scene again. They were saying how odd this was and wondered how this had happened and what kind of person would do such a thing. Typical detective things for the most part but still very unnerving nonetheless, things he would rather not remember. He had been there that day and he had buried that memory deep in the back of his mind so he would never remember again. How the hell it had gotten dug up was beyond him. Something had given this place the power to do that and it was terrifying, no matter how much he wanted to ignore it, everything being put on display made him sick to his stomach. Once again he felt the strong urge to vomit tie his stomach in horrible knots that made it difficult to resist.<br/><br/>He could feel bile building in his throat crawling up higher and higher until it burned. Shaking his head, Nick did his best to swallow and keep it down and continued, â€œWe need to get out of here. This place makes me sick to my stomach.â€ He didnâ€™t bother to say what he was seeing. Quite frankly he really didnâ€™t want to bring it up; he didnâ€™t need her knowing about his past. This was not the time or place to sit down and get acquainted they had to get out of here. â€œIâ€™m beginning to wonder if there is even a way out. What if weâ€™re trapped here?â€<br/><br/>Way to stay positive, Nick, he thought, kicking himself for those words. Sighing he pushed back the urge to vomit again and walked over to the doors. When he tried them, he noticed they were locked and was struck with a bit of frustration. Perhaps locked was not the right word because it was more like someone was holding them shut. With a shaky hand he mustered enough courage to rub off some of the dirt built up on the window and peer out into the hallway. There was nothing but darkness out there. He had been half expecting to see more terrifying things out there, maybe a ghost passing by or something, frowning when nothing happened even after he stared out there for a few minutes. When he moved away he heard the sound of breaking glass and jumped. Both of the doorâ€™s windows had been smashed out somehow.<br/><br/>His heart pounded in his chest and he took in steady breaths, trying to recover from the little scare. Well, in a way he had been expecting to be frightened. He should be careful what he wished for.