"No fuckin idea. I just changed the room, I don't have a map in my head." Unfortunately enough. He shrugs, looking around for anything useful. "I mean, there's gotta be a way out, right? Within the dream logic, I mean. Sometimes it's like... we can't leave the space we wind up in, but this time, I mean, there's a world out there. That can't just be for show. There's gotta be like... a submarine, or some shit."

He stops, hearing himself. "Not that I'd know what the fuck to do with a submarine if I found one," he says, a little embarrassed.