Maele and Harold searched the room in an attempt to find something out of place - but perhaps the most unusual thing they observed was how nothing seemed noteworthy at all. It's as if someone had built this room around them - there were no seams in the walls where hidden doors could be, no slots on the roof to drop anything down. This room was its own environment; nothing seemed to be able to penetrate it. At the same time, something was clearly off with the [i]objects[/i] in the room. There were the beds that everyone woke up on, but also a few miscellaneous furniture pieces. A metal table in the middle of the room, a few night stands next to random beds. Some shabby looking rugs here and there. 

When you looked at the objects, however, they seemed... unreal. As if they were constantly coming in and out of existence. You saw a lamp on the night stand next to Jess's bed; you blinked, and it was gone. But you weren't sure if there ever was a lamp there, or if you just remembered it slightly wrong, since you now see there's a lamp next to Harold's bed one spot over. It was as if some mist was clouding your mind from fully getting your bearings. 

Anyone who searched the room came away feeling uneasy, uncertain and more vulnerable than ever before.