[center][h2]Caelum Harrington[/h2][/center]
“Better than nothing, I suppose,” he agreed with a stiff nod towards Dakota. He could have broken, cracked, or twisted something on top of everything. If that had happened, he would not even have had the option of contemplating escape. 

When the jacket man had his breakdown, Caelum turned away with a grimace. Though unlike Vincent’s disdain, it was merely due to a discomfort of witnessing such a vulnerable moment. He did not try to help, mainly because the thought of doing so didn’t occur to him in the first place. He did check his phone for a signal, just in case, but as Dakota had said, there was none.

“A group hallucination?” he commented when Barney mentioned the possibility. The idea did get him thinking though – it wasn’t impossible, and actually less probable than this being real. Still very strange though. He watched horrified as the young man went and tried to jump into the sea, but was too paralyzed to move. Thankfully, he seemed to change his mind. “What–what were you thinking?” he asked, with an edge of panic to his voice. “Even if it’s a dream, dying could be dangerous,” Caelum said, shaken at what he perceived as a suicide attempt.

He brushed a hand through his hair, and exhaled tremulously, trying to calm himself. It wasn’t like him, trying to be helpful. This situation was messing him up, getting him to butt in other people’s business needlessly. He said nothing when Barney went towards the prison, choosing to stay where he was. 

But then, the decision to move was made for him with the appearance of the humanoid though possibly not quite human guards. Caelum stared at them, bewildered, but immediately put up his hands, and followed obediently where they pointed. 

He did his best not to look at the junkie-criminal who ran for it, hoping fervently the man’s idiotic behavior wouldn’t get the rest of them in trouble. He did not want to get beaten up or his legs broken, especially not on account of another’s insubordination. Who knew what these psycho guards were capable of doing to them? Though he did dread as to where they would be taken, and to whom, the fear of these psychos’ immediate retribution was greater.