[He flashes a smile, but he's quick to start for the door before the memory can reset itself. Unfortunately, it doesn't quite open to outside world, though—it's an endless hallway, with distortions mirroring some of Byerly's home, and some of Dorian's. Whatever brought them there evidently wants them to stay.
The walls are thinner than they might be, if it were a completely accurate representation from either—the wind howls where they actually are, out there, but the voices of those they know call sweetly behind closed doors. His smile becomes strained, but he starts walking.]
Ah. I believe we'll have to will our way out—tell me something we can do when we get back.
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[He flashes a smile, but he's quick to start for the door before the memory can reset itself. Unfortunately, it doesn't quite open to outside world, though—it's an endless hallway, with distortions mirroring some of Byerly's home, and some of Dorian's. Whatever brought them there evidently wants them to stay.
The walls are thinner than they might be, if it were a completely accurate representation from either—the wind howls where they actually are, out there, but the voices of those they know call sweetly behind closed doors. His smile becomes strained, but he starts walking.]
Ah. I believe we'll have to will our way out—tell me something we can do when we get back.