...well huh.<br/><br/>On the one hand, blatantly impossible. On the other hand, this whole thing rang of completely impossible, so he wasn't much in a position to judge. More to the point, impossible or no, it had happened. The room might have been all in his head, but this--this was somehow more tangible. A bigger interaction. With a quick jerk of his hand, he tried to motion someone, anyone over. Worst case scenario they'd hear nothing, and he'd know it was all in his head and...deal with that, somehow.<br/><br/>But if it wasn't.<br/><br/>Part of him wanted to hang the phone up immediately, but somehow it felt like this was the only real contact he had with The House, whatever that meant. There was something going on here, he knew it--and if he could talk to it, maybe he could figure out what the fuck it all meant.<br/><br/>"Hey..." He said awkwardly, coughing slightly into his hand. How did you start a conversation with something pretending to be you? "You want to tell me what's going on here? We're all a little... well, you know."