Wil was still pulling the robots apart when the room abruptly expanded, almost instantly.  Looking around warily, Wil picked up a long support rod he had managed to turn into a makeshift spear.  It was nowhere close to the weaponry he had possessed before he was captured, but it was the best he could do with the limited resources he had available.  He wasn’t exactly sure how they had changed the room so quickly, but as he was still unable to use most of his latent abilities he suspected that the people holding him had found some way to inhibit his senses as well.<br/><br/>A slight flicker of motion caught his eye, but when he turned to look there was nothing visible.  It happened again a few seconds later, and this time was accompanied by a phantom wind, much colder than the ambient air temperature.  Wil was sure that there was something in the room with him, but he was unable to identify it or even see it clearly, as it never stayed still for more than a fraction of a second.<br/><br/>Wil turned again, when something caught his eye far off in the distance.  He wasn’t sure how far away it was with the lack of any reference point, but he thought he saw what looked like a distortion in the air, hinting at the presence of something out in the featureless expanse.  The last thing that he wanted to do was go charging after something that he knew nothing about, so Wil settled into an easy guard, trying to keep sight of whatever it was that was stalking him.