Feeling a little squished in schizo's car, Elvenlass adjusts herself between RealThing and Pablo.
Elvenlass: Uh, Schizo, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to pick up soooo many people. I mean, do you REALLY need your laywer here?
Elvenlass: I see. Ummm...do you know where you're going, little freak?
Elvenlass: Would you like to know where to go?
Elvenlass: Make a right turn towards that small little street over there. Keep going on that street for a while.
*after 30 minutes on that street, the carload of TWers approach a sign pointing them to the right direction, or the wrong one, it all depends*
Schizo: The sign reads, "Mansion on the hill, turn left. Dark, Deadly, and Evil Cave, turn right." That's weird. There's a dark cave to our LEFT, and I see a mansion on a hill to our RIGHT. Maybe the person who made the sign screwed up.
RealThing: Uh, I don't know about that. You're right, the places are in the opposite directions the sign says, but I don't know if...
Elvenlass: Maybe you should just follow what the sign says.
Schizo: Are you crazy? Look! To the left is a scary cave. To the right is the mansion on top of a hill. I may be a silly random dude, but I'm not blind!
Omar: Calm down, Schizo.
Schizo: No YOU calm down!!! I'm going to the right, where I see the mansion. Screw this sign!
As then drove past the sign, the scenery began to change drastically. Schizo thought he was driving towards the hill and away from the cave, but in fact, he drove straight into it. The air suddenly felt and smelled hot, damp, and fetid, like steaming carcasses have been decomposing here for ages. Yet it was so incredibly dark that no one could see anything past their noses.
Elvenlass: Uh, question: Doesn't this place look an awful lot like the cave the sign was pointing to?
Schizo: Answer: Shut up.
Elvenlass: You should have trusted the sign, my friend. Put your headlights on.
Schizo: Uh, they don't work.
Pablo: Try to back up, maybe we could just get out of it.
*Schizo backed up and up and up and up, but he didn't seem to be getting anywhere.*
RealThing: Are you even pressing the gas?
Schizo: *mimicking obnoxiously* Are you even pressing the gas? Of course I'm pressing the gas! We're just not going anywhere!
After Schizo uttered that last word, everyone in the car heard a strange sound. A sick, spine-tingling, breathy whisper that seemed pass into each of their ears. All the TWers suddenly felt the hairs on their body stand up as they searched around in the darkness for a sense of what violated them with that eerie noise...
"Caroline, the day you see anything through to the end, I'll stick my own dick in my ear." - Kevin Spacy in The Ref