<span style="font-style: italic">'The door has been opened.'</span>Suddenly Isaac's eyes were open. They<span style="font-style: italic">were</span>open, right? The young man was not entirely sure. He was also standing... Curious... how did he end up here? That question would have to wait for later. Isaac spent the next millenia wobbling back and forth, as if he were trying to decide if this was some hallucination or if he was indeed conscious again.<br/><br/>His head was reeling, his vision reduced to something one would experience whilst looking through the bottom of an empty pickle jar. Another eternity passed, the room becoming one big blur. Isaac thought this to be a marvelous improvement over the spinning blur that had been plaguing him. Other features of the room began to come into focus, accompanied by a sense of dread that grew with the return of his vision, which was occurring with frightening speed. He nearly lurched back in alarm as the figures standing about him came into focus. His weight shifted, the floor creaking beneath him as the old boards strained beneath his weight. The knot his guts had just tied themselves into prevented him from speaking up immediately to ask his new companions the obvious questions of where and how.<br/><br/>As he studied the others in the circle, he noticed the young woman with fiery hair break off from the group and begin to take stock of their surroundings. Thinking that to be a good of a plan as any, he carefully stepped out of the circle, half expecting the floor to break beneath him. Everything in the room was covered with dust... The furniture, floors, the rug they had been standing around, everything. How long had this place been vacant? Swiping a line through the coating of dirt on a nearby chair with his finger, he rubbed the dust between his finger and thumb as his eyes were drawn upward. The ceiling... where was it? Nothing but shadow seemed to loom above his head. It was an unnerving sight, part of him deep down wanting to crawl under the nearest table, anything to shield him from what might lurk up above.<br/><br/>Giving his head a quick vigorous shake, Isaac banished the thought.<span style="font-style: italic">'Don't be stupid,'</span>he mentally chided himself,<span style="font-style: italic">'it's just dark in here.'</span>Slowly pacing the perimeter of the room, he glanced over at the door. The redhead was struggling to open it, so there was no point in asking. Reaching the doorway marking the beginning of one of the hallways, the same feeling of foreboding that he got from the seemingly endless ceiling washed over him, causing him to hastily retreat back to the center of the room. He did not bother to look down the other hallways.<br/><br/>Digging into his pockets, he fished out his phone. His map application would quickly tell him where they were... if the device would turn on. At first, he thought the off button had been pressed inside of his pocket as it often did, but the device appeared to be bricked. Popping the case open, he even removed the battery and wiped any lint out from the inside before reassembling and trying again. Dead. Staring at his useless device, the hairs along his spine prickled. "Is anybody else having luck with their phone?" He asked aloud at last.