Leaving the door open seems like as good an idea as any, Jared thinks. She's probably right. If they close it, they could find it to have been an illusion all along and they'll have wasted their time. "Yeah, okay, good call," he agrees, even though he didn't remember seeing another door in the dining room where they'd woken up. Maybe she had and he'd just missed it.

The plants are so thick that it's kind of hard to see through them and he's mostly just hoping that they hadn't made any turns they didn't realize they'd made, because otherwise they're liable to get lost trying to go back the way they came and treating it like a straight line, which is what he's doing.

He's willing to guess they're about halfway when he hears a door slam behind them and Jared stops, turning his head. "Shit..." he mutters, sighing. Before he can bother asking if she thinks they ought to go back and re-open the door or split up and have one watch the door while the other goes to look back in the dining room, suddenly there's a hiss and a rattle above them and then he's wet. The sprinkler system has kicked on.

"Oh, come on, are you kidding me with this crap?" he cries out in frustration, wiping his face with both hands to no avail.