Isaac watched as his companions slowly began to break down. They had been conscious for what, less than five minutes? Already people were getting snippy with each other, or just outright panicking. There was a shift in the air, the sound of a door creaking open came from down one of the dark hallways, as quiet as a whisper... this seemed to put everybody even more on edge. Some where talking to themselves aloud, as if trying to talk themselves out of a panic. He wanted to chide them for their haste to panic, deciding then that most of them were witless. Somebody mentioned the grandfather clock, it's ticking quickly becoming an irritant.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, his panicked chattering of the people whose company had been forced upon him was growing as annoying as the grandfather clock's ticking. This is what happens with people these days... no capacity for orderly behavior and thought in the face of adversity. The girl ranting and raving about horror movies on the floor was the perfect example of why he did not bother with the company of other people, especially those close to his own age. The slightest inconvenience was enough to put them over the edge... it made him wonder how their species ever survived as long as it had, and how much longer it would continue if this was the way that its members acted.<br/><br/>At last moving to investigate the sound of the opening door, Isaac once again stood at the threshold dividing the foyer from the hallway. Squinting into the darkness, he saw nothing. Ignoring his nerves and staring long and hard, he hoped that his eyes would adapt to the darkness and he might be able to see further down the corridor. His mind was urging him to just walk down that hall and see what was the matter, but there was just something in his gut with such a strong foreboding about the idea that he stood rooted in place. No matter how long he looked, no new features appeared from the gloom, and he decided that he would not investigate further without company.<br/><br/>The sudden silence of the old timepiece catching his attention, he wandered over to it, examining it as a distraction from the present company. It was an exquisite piece of work, from the looks of it all made by hand and probably older than most of the people in the room combined. Curious... Reaching up, he carefully wiped the dust from the glass cover of the clock's face. Just when he was about to have a look inside himself when one of the girl's suggested searching for food. Rolling his eyes, he turned to face the group once more. "This isn't a desert island, it's an old house somebody locked us in. We don't need to bother making long-term preparations." He pointed out matter-of-factually, folding his arms. Glancing back at the window and the locked door, he spoke again. "Why not just smash the window out?"