"How can you tell?" Sharon asks as they move down the seemingly endless hospital hall. Every few minutes, she checks one of the doors, groaning audibly when it refuses to give. It's not so much that she doesn't believe him but rather that she hopes otherwise. The endlessness makes her anxious.

The moment he brings up the air duct, she looks up and lets out a quiet huh. "Last time I crawled into one of those, I was trying to escape this awful creature made up of mannequin parts." Conversational. Back then, it had been a horrifying encounter, one that resulted in the death of two other girls. Sharon had tried to save one of them but she failed. She hadn't tried hard enough.

She looks at him, "Think you can open it up?"