Andy looked up as he heard an unfamiliar voice, spotting another man, older than him, coming down the hallway. He pulled the barbed tendrils further back, allowing someone of his size to come through. He grit his teeth as the caltrops dug into his hands again, but bit his tongue. It hurt, but it was nothing compared to the fire.

Once the two were finally through, he stepped back, allowing them both room to heal on the cool marble. He offered them both a silent smile of sympathy. They all knew what each other had been through, but they had all made it through. They now all shared that bond of surviving this torture, the pain they had come through. From the room of blind and deafness, to the maze of memories, and now the hallway of hell. For a fleeting moment, Andy thought this would make one hell of a comic book.

The little girl flung her arms around the older one, hugging her tightly, before introducing herself as Camilla. She pronounced his name as "Anhy", and he flushed red in color, remembering his mistake in speech. He fished his notepad out of his pocket, quickly finishing his introduction, before turning it around and showing it to the others.

[i]"Hello. My name is Andy Jones. Please forgive my silence, as I have not learned to speak. I am- or was- a deaf-mute from Oklahoma. I don't know what year it is, but last I checked, it was 1980. It's nice to meet you all."[/i]

After holding his sign up long enough for them all to read it, he looked towards the ominous looming door on their end of the hall. He felt a primal surge of dread all up in his being, worried that whatever was through this door might be worse than the horrors they had all just faced. But there was no way back now. He couldn't return through the barbed hallways even if he wanted to. He wasn't strong enough to do it a second time. So he swallowed his fear, turning the pad around and flipping the page, writing again.

[i]"So... I guess the only way to go now is through there."[/i]