Things were rough at first, very rough like running with your face pressed against a stone wall rough. There was panic in the air so thick you could break your legs trying to kick it away, but the other guy, Greg's breathing started to mellow and and he looked like the driver managed to get grab some of the reigns. "Yeah glass, or something like it." Santiago nodded. The guy was definitely starting to get a hold of himself, you could tell because Santiago had heard that sound too, which was good because he didn't want to be the one to have to pull him up over the edge. The last time he was responsible for bringing someone back from wherever it was they went when their fingers started loosing a hold on reality he got kicked in the nuts so hard he couldn't walk for weeks. Which he understood but still resented. Its just that how was he supposed to know the difference between a seizure and a honest mental break down? He'd only been twelve at the time and figured if it involved so much twitching and biting someone was going to the land of fruits and flying gummi bears. "Er. It's Santiago, but you can call me Jimmy, or whatever it is I'm supposed to go by. I'll have to get back to you on that one." There was a pause and it was from Santiago because he hadn't paid attention to anything really before meeting the guy. "Which room did I come from? That's a good question." He looked around. "Which room didn't I come from, I think that would be the best route for narrowing things down, don't you?" He scratched the end of his nose, but that just made the spot behind his ear tickle. "I'm pretty sure I turned a corner somewhere." He looked around and focused on a door. It looked like any other door he'd seen, at least the ones that didn't lead into the room of a teenager who was currently going through one of the kind of phases that involved leather, spikes and enough black to raise your body temperature ten degrees. "Let's go through this one." He said pointing. "I've got a feeling about it." He nodded at Greg Enthusiastically.