"Only way we've got a chance at that is if you're on the...out...side..." He could just barely smell it. He looked from one vent to the other, even though he already knew they weren't truly sealed.

He could already feel the effects sinking their claws into him, but that didn't stop him from diving for the bed. Grabbing the edge of the sheet, he clamped it over his face in the hopes that it would provide some form of filter.

"Shit...shit. Shit!" They were stuck in here until that psychopath decided to let them out. Was he patient enough to let them starve? Or would he kill them another way first? "Whatever happens," he said, looking up at Briggs. "Whatever you feel. We can't give him what he wants. No matter what."