"You obviously don't understand the situation. Whatever the hell is hunting us wants a challenge. Cause I am getting this feeling that I am being hunted by something that's not human. I have no idea why I am getting this feeling, but it just feels right. I feel like a helpless puppet being manipulated in some major scheme right now. We're all terrified, but think about it. These things that want us...Don't tell me that you have no idea what I'm talking about, when you said the word 'hunter' back there, it triggered something in my memory...I am digressing, these things, they probably want entertainment and amusement. That means there will be weapons lying around to make their task a little bit harder...more fun" Phil's expression didn't change at Rands attempt of threatening him. In fact his cold expression stayed the same. "Reality really isn't kind..." Phil told himself. "Otherwise I'd be remembering things. Think..." Phil commanded himself. "God dammit..." He sighed. "Whatever..." Phil continued with the group something was off. He felt as if he was getting odd looks from the people around him. " I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that..." He told himself. "I should stop talking so much. Speak when spoken too..."