“What in the good heaven is happening!” Ambrose gasped with sudden shock as the world around him seemed to fade. Richard just seemed to vanish to that of dust. However, the most puzzling fact was that none of the colorful characters even flinched or acknowledged the man disappearing or the gasp. This fact was odd to Ambrose and once again he called out with a booming posh voice like a gentleman calling his shot in golf. 

“Did you fine gentleman not see Richard just fade! Why is there no reaction to this terrible crisis!” He said with mild disgust, again no response and dread filled the man. 

“What? HELLO! Gentleman please give me a sign you hear me!” He said again in a booming voice with slight terror in his voice. Something about this place, the past, just everything was setting off red flags for Ambrose. He was next to the group but they acted as if he was gone with the wind. However, a slight improvement came to this odd situation when he could see that James understood what the mountain of a man was saying.

“You can hear me correct Mr. James?” Ambrose said before continuing, “They cannot and I do not know why!” He leaned back on a wall thinking of the next step to do before a rather primitive one came upon him. With a gleam from his eyes Ambrose knew that maybe doing something physical would get the groups attention. With the thought, he quickly turned to the dead rotting wall planks touching them with care before realizing how easy it would be to break. 

“Well, let’s see if I still have the touch!” He said as a heavy right fist broke easily through the dying wall making a crashing noise while a cut sliced into his knuckle. However, none of this mattered if they could just hear him.