Logan just looked on, suddenly unable to move; that house was alive, it seemed, and he believed it was right when it slammed shut its own door. That was not a natural phemoninon; something was just weird with this house. He then thought of just going back into the bunker, staying in the one room that they could get to, and just live out the rest of his days there. It would be much safer than being scared of everything on the outside here.<br/><br/>As he thought about those things, he also thought about not disappointing his friends; at least Jake seemed eager to explore this place, and Amber, though shaken, seemed she did not want to just give up on that, either. Logan felt that it was his duty as a friend to stay with them, and always look out for them, just as he knew they would do for him. Still, the crippling fear would not let him move still; his feet were suddenly as if they were made of lead, and he was not strong enough to move them.