"Sharra, okay, well Sharra, let's get the hell out of here before we find out the hard way how we got here to begin with," Jared suggests, moving past her and toward the door. "Is that dress yours? This suit isn't mine, I don't ever wear this shit," he adds as he grabs the doorknob and turns it. When the pushes the door open, he looks back at her. "The phone? It...like, you can communicate with people. Call them, text them...do you really not know what a phone is or are you messing with me?" he asks, lifting an eyebrow. "As for why it's there, your guess is as good as mine and I'm honestly not sure I want to know."

As he turns back to step out into the hall, he lifts a foot to take a step, but stops short abruptly. He'd been assuming a hall would be on the other side, but instead, it looks like a greenhouse. Why the hell is a greenhouse directly attached to a dining room? What kind of idiot architect comes up with that floor plan?

"What the hell?"

The door slams shut in his face and Jared jumps a little. "Jesus, fuck. Come on, man..." he complains, reaching for the door and turning the knob again. This time, when he opens it, there's a brick wall on the other side, blocking their way out. Jared looks over at Sharra. "...tell me you saw that..."