Johnny staggers out through the door and immediately catches himself on the round table at the room's center, breathing heavily, as though he's been running. He's starting to come back to himself, but he's still a bit shaky. Can you have low blood sugar moments in dreams?

"There," he says slowly, looking up. "Now we're safe."

Rashad seems just as agitated here as he was in the basement, staring around like he expects more creepy shit to jump out at them. "Dude, it's okay," says Johnny, as comforting as he can manage while overdrawn. "The house alternates good rooms and bad rooms. Nothing from the bad rooms can hurt us here. All right? Deep breaths."

He drops himself into one of the chairs and rests his elbows on the table. "What the hell was that thing?"