Her heart is racing. Is this the part where things start to look like Hell and feel like Hell? He doesn't see the door, either. Their options are to walk further down the hall and hope for the best or to head up a flight of stairs and somehow, Carrie thinks that the way out isn't going to be up or downstairs, but rather right on the ground floor. Then again, maybe this isn't the ground floor.

"I don't like this," she confesses quietly to him. It sounds childish in her own ears and she can't help hating herself a little when she hears it. She sounds like a scared little girl; like she had when she'd gotten out of the bathtub after the prom. She closed her eyes and shook her head as if to push away the thought. "What if we can't find the way out because something like that happens?" she asks.

Carrie still isn't convinced that there actually will be a way out, but even if there is, who's to say it'll show itself? They've been out of the dining room for a minute and they've barely moved, yet they've still lost the door leading into it.