Thomas walks through the halls, hearing patches of human-like noise disembodied and bouncing off walls, but following it.  His eyes never quite getting used to the red color from the emergency lights he wishes he could find a tool box or something, anything to contain a flashlight.  Shaking his head he speaks to the voice in his head again, "No, I am not afraid...  Just frustrated, but you are right, I am alive and well.  I shouldn't complain, your grace saw fit to provide what light you are able.  I shall try not to question your plans."<br/><br/>He continues, just walking, trying to trace the voices back to their source.