Daniel nods. He's been to Wilmot's all of twice, though both experiences were memorable in their own ways. He can see Johnny speeding up and he hastens to keep along with him.

"English?" Daniel adds. "Think we might be talking about the same person. She's nice. Helped me out, let me stay in her apartment."

He looks back over his shoulder to the door they'd come through, rapidly shrinking as they progress. He's glad Johnny's moving faster, because he wants out of this tunnel too. He keeps expecting to glimpse hairline cracks in the glass, threatening an immediate, horrible death. Yeah, he's had his fill of those. None of them agreed with him.