“Well,” Daniel began, before cringing slightly at the sharp pain in his head that came up when the Gallifreyan in him tried thinking of the answers to any of Simon’s questions. He tried coming up with his own explanation. “…In the real world, yes. I’d say that would be impossible.” He began. “[i]But[/i] I say ‘real world’ because we’re a couple of sci-fi characters wandering around, trying not to think about aliens. [i]So[/i] who knows [i]what[/i] fictional canon we’re dealing with.” he asked rhetorically. “Because we already know that our technology is becoming real,” he held up his screwdriver again. “So who knows what else could.” His eyes faded off for a moment, already growing worried now that he’d brought up the possibility, before distracting himself again. “Buuuut that’s just an educated guess. Really it could just be something completely unrelated that’s causing this – it’s been a weird morning…” 

And as much as it made sense to leave, he couldn’t help but feel mildly frustrated, almost disappointed that he couldn’t explore deeper… “Yeah, there’s probably not much else we can manage in here…” Daniel started to reply. “Unless you want to try to figure out the sequence we need to progress. I mean, it is a lot like a video game, and whenever you encounter those sorts of loops you need to know just which paths to go through and in what order to make it out. I assume that’s what those students did when they ran off…” he noted. “As for the rest of our group though, well, I’m assuming they got stuck the same way we did and probably left, too. Perhaps they’re still waiting outside…” he thought out loud. “Which would you rather do?”