Isaac's eyes followed the phone as it sailed through the air, eager with anticipation... only to have the feeling turn to shock as the device exploded into pieces that flew every which way. Glancing from the ruins of the device and back up to the window, he saw that not so much as a chip had been inflicted against the pane. "Impossible..." he murmured beneath his breath, approaching the window. Examining the glass, it looked as if it were no more than a quarter of an inch thick, maybe even thinner, with just a single pane set into the frame. Gently tapping his knuckle on the sheet, the rattle confirmed his estimates. That should have gone through! Not having anything of his own to make an attempt to break the pane himself, he was forced to admit defeat, utterly baffled.<br/><br/>"Something's going on around here." The man who had thrown the phone said after his demonstration, "We all know it. We're being fucked with. But we popped in here like nothing, and I'll bet that's how we get out." Isaac's eyes followed the man's arm as he pointed to the hallway, feeling his skin prickle as he eyed the threshold again.<br/><br/>"The door has been opened."<br/><br/>Those words... he had heard them too? Thinking them to be the byproduct of whatever knocked them out in the first place, he had not given them any thought. But now... He wondered if all present company had heard the words too. Whoever this man was, he was about to brave the hallway, and it looked as if he had takers. Before long, he and the redhead had vanished into the gloom.<br/><br/>Another man approached the hallway, a little scruffy in appearance and weirded out as everyone else from the looks of it, but he seemed to have a good handle on his nerves. When the man, Jack, also identified himself as a Marine, that pretty much explained his nerves. Isaac liked military folks... usually straight to the point, practical people. Just what was needed in a situation like this. After what Isaac thought was a pretty good attempt to bolster the group's morale, Jack set out after the phone-chucker and redhead down the hall.<br/><br/>"I'm coming too. I want to see what is down there... That hallway has been giving me the creeps." Plus safety of numbers... though a small thought in the back of his head made him question what safety was in a place like this. At the very least he would stick close to Jack, whom he identified as the person least likely to snap. Trailing behind the Marine, he left a small gap between himself and the man just in case they needed to run, which seemed like a distinct possibility. Every step he felt as if something was going to snatch him up... the sense of foreboding he had felt at the threshold was nothing compared to this. Even the shadows seemed off, threatening to swallow up Jack who was a mere three feet ahead. 'Don't be stupid... it is just a hallway, not the "Nightmare on Elm Street"! Stop being such a pussy...' He chided himself mentally, pressing on with his skin prickling.<br/><br/>What awaited them at the end of the ominous hallway was, at least to his eyes, a quite classy looking study... At least, it would be if not for all of the dust and neglect that blanketed the room, like the rest of the house they had seen so far. Not what he had been expecting to be at the end of that harrowing journey of looming horror the walk through the hallway had been. After a cursory search with his eyes of their new surroundings, Isaac noticed that the man that had led them in, the phone thrower, seemed to have gone comatose. Jack snapped his fingers in front of his face, which seemed to bring him out of whatever it was that had given him pause. After snapping out of it, the man identified for the moment as 'Jittery' started to search the room. Crisis averted, Isaac began a search of his own.<br/><br/>Following the Jittery man, Isaac approached the desk, the floor protesting his every step with a creak or groan. From the looks of the room, it seemed to him that it was in use up until the very moment it had been vacated... whenever that had been. His eyes landing on the desk, the yellowed papers piled up on top of it caught his eye. Stepping around Jitters, Isaac spotted the clock, which at least partially answered his question. "6:22." He said to nobody in particular as the others began to debate the use of checking the phone. Let them dare each other... Meanwhile, Isaac would do something useful. Gingerly picking up one of the sheets of brittle yellowed paper, Isaac blew the dust off, seeing what he could read. Perhaps some of this would shed some light on their location, or even some information about this unnerving place.