Jack looked back from the fogged window, and turned to find the redhead sitting cross legged in the middle of the room asking a question.<br/><br/>"Well, what an interesting situation we seem to be in. Would anyone like to reveal any crazy uncles or psychopathic friends while we're all here?" she said with the sarcasm evident in every word. Jack chuckled at that, Redheads always seemed to be as fiery as their hair.<br/><br/>"No all my uncles died in wars... all my crazy friends to come to think of it." Jack said with mild humor though he felt a twinge of sadness in his heart. Jack walked over to the stairs and peered up them, they stretched up into the darkness with no end in sight. He quickly looked away afraid the darkness would pull him up and he would wind up walking the staircase forever. Jack looked around at everyone and tried to get that thought out of his head.<br/><br/>"Its just an ordinary house it can't hurt me?" Jacks words started out as a statement but somehow devolved into a question towards the end. He wasn't sure what it was but Jack felt like this house was digesting him, as if he had already been eaten by some malevolent force and this was just an area for him to slowly die. Jack shook the thought away.<br/><br/>"Anyone got something to drink? Preferably something that burns on the way down." He said trying to get his mind off these terrible thoughts. He walked towards the closest hallway and peered down it while awaiting an answer. The hallway seemed to stretch out forever with identical doors on either side. Nothing Jack had seen so far gave him any feelings other then dread.