Thomas began to walk faster toward the noises, the humming, the Spanish noises...  Odd that, he seemed to start to cling to these, it really was quite... Lonely down here in the basement, Thomas was beginning to find out he didn't like being this lonely.  Beads of sweat started to build up on his brow, a cold sweat.  He quickened his step more and more.  Someone else was down here damnit!  Someone else was here!