Six frowned when Abigail said that people... Well, called her Abigail. "Your room number. Your old identity doesn't mean anything to you anymore." Then, he turned to the new people arriving: a young man saying he was from Room No. 1, and another young man who didn't identify his room number. It seems everyone was flocking to this room. Six had no clue why.

"So... Is there any reason we're all flocking to this room? I mean, the poor resident in here is probably looking through the keyhole and shaking in his or her boots because there's a bunch of strangers surrounding their room!" Six says, then remembers the scream from earlier. Wait... It came from this room. 

Was it possible that wasn't the alarm clock? What if the people who ran this place were doing experiments on the other prisoners? Was that an actual scream of pain and agony and possible constipation? WOULD SIX BE NEXT?!

"Break down the door, break down the door, we have to save whoever is in there!" He shouted, a sudden whiplash from his calm, inquisitive nature from earlier. He then went up to the door and kicked it, probably doing nothing but hurting his foot in the process. But maybe, if he's lucky, he kicked it off its hinges!

Probably not though.