William became very unsure the more that went on. Two more people in addition to him- both girls- being 'taken,' by whoever they were. He listened, once more, dejectedly as the first girl seemed to be more reserved, and the other be more defensive, and he thought about his reaction, and then the other peoples' reactions, and the... womens' reactions, and figured that they had done this before, in some way. Vanity wanted to be extravangent, he was sure; she would be the one to throw open the doors and raise her hands to the sky and wait for the applause. The other one... he didn't quite get. Why was she here? Just to be here?

With his thoughts taking away at his feelings, he cautiously stood up, trying to decide whether or not to actually check his pulse. After a moment, he put two of his fingers on the inside of his wrist, and took deep breaths. Figuring that he was doing it wrong, since he couldn't feel anything, he felt his other wrist. Again, after a few moments, nothing. He puts his fingers up to his jugular vein on his neck, again holding it there, and once more, nothing. Truly perturbed, he eyed who just introduced themself as Evelyn cautiously, signs of what just happened all gone, except for his left hand coming up to rub the back of his head. 

After a few more moments just to be sure, he replied, [b]"William, Will, Willy, Wilson, anything with Will, I suppose. My memory isn't itself, and I cannot remember which one is correct. William, I think, is. But I'm not sure about anything else. And you two? If we are all dead, as you so say, then how are we moving? Breathing? Well, it feels like breathing, do we not actually need it? Shall I hold my breath and see if I need a breath? What are we? Zombies? Brain slaves? Vampires? Wraiths? No, I can feel pain. What is it?"[b]