Gunther carefully went to the door of the chamber and barred it, walking back over to the middle of the floor.  "Whatever that noise is, it's something we're better off just waiting out."  He said firmly, looking at the metal door.  Surely it would hold against anything, even the black robed intruders from the edge of reality.<br/><br/>"Brigit, do you understand what kind of person I am?  The kind of things I've done to people?"  He asked carefully, trying to keep himself calm and collected.  He was quite afraid of being alone with Brigit, but he was even more afraid of whatever it was that might lurk outside.  He'd always hated what was outside.  At a moment, he thought of something that might just help him.  "Brigit, do you have any scars on your body from your experiences?  Would you be willing to show them to me?"  Gunther asked, knowing that seeing the injuries always brought him back to reality.