Jason Dilaurentis winces from where he is standing. The first time that he fell through, he did that over and over again. The first time he fell through, he also thought that he had been on a really bad trip, but now he's here a second time after he's been long since sober... and well. This place is either real or he is just someone that hallucinates randomly. He can't really figure which idea is more appealing to him.

"It won't open," he offers from where he is standing, leaning against the wall with his hands slid into the pockets of the jacket that he is wearing. It's warm, hot even here, but he hasn't taken the jacket off yet as if he's afraid to lose it. "If it's locked, I mean, it'll only open up when it wants to, and it probably won't be any time soon either."