[ It almost feels like a blow to the stomach. The searing gaze of something that shouldn't be looking at them — it's heavy enough that she feels half crushed, her breath all rushing out of her. This trip has already been strange enough as it is but now she's got the feeling they're stumbling even further than they'd initially planned.

Proceed or retreat. Push forward or wake up.

She swallows hard and pulls in a shallow breath so she can force her voice to stay steady when she answers. ]

Right now? We wake up. We have no idea what's on the other side of any of these doors even if we could get them open. We need to come back with a plan.