His outburst didn't seem to draw out the girl he saw in bits and flashes of recalled memory. He frowned, and worriedly went back to the kitchen, only to be reminded of a distinct lack of a refrigerator. Still, thirst drove him to look through all the cabinets, finding absolutely nothing in any of them.<br/><br/>He's not usually prone to anger, but damnitalltohell, he ends up slamming his fist in impotent rage on the counter.  He would glare over at the obelisk, and move back to the living room, where he'd look at the screen again. Chewing on his bottom lip, he worriedly stared at the door that he had not come out of; the one that led to Willow's room. Maybe she was in there.<br/><br/>As much as he wanted to believe this was all some sort of sick joke, his mind reeled at the prospects that it was not so; that he'd really have to do this to save those girls from trying to kill each other. But he can't, won't...nope, that was too fucking freaky. He doesn't even know this girl, how the hell is he supposed to ask her to do what the tv said?<br/><br/>Besides that, choking her? While they have sex? Ugh. Gross, gross, gross. Rudolph is very much a plain old vanilla flavored guy when it comes to sex. This is obscene...<br/><br/>And yet, nearly twenty minutes after he had awoken,  he  found himself nervously compelled to approach her door. He brought his hand towards the weird lights, the one with the wristband on it, and waited to see if the door would open. What if they won't really do it. What if it's a bluff by whoever the fuck is watching them?