...Yeah, okay. I guess that makes sense. Unless it's a fucking poltergeist or something, then we're pretty fucking screwed.

[He doesn't seem too sure about this, but she does. So. He'll trust her if she says that's what they should do.

He crosses to the door and pauses for a long moment with his hand on the doorknob, then, deciding to just stop thinking about it, he turns it and steps inside.

So far so good?]