The light in the Scarecrow's hand made its way toward his companion as he heard him speak- it sounded like he was facing the same affliction, whatever it was. His own body felt foreign, trembling again as it heaved, still struggling to rid itself of that clog in his windpipe.

He managed to hold his footing as he felt Depth Charge's hand land on his shoulder; however, he did not keep hold of his flashlight as she shined it once more down the hallway and spotted something he didn't expect- someone actually there. Spooked, he dropped his flashlight a second time. Even though he retrieved it fairly quickly, the form was gone when he moved the light to the same spot. The light flickered unnervingly, threatening to leave the two with even less vision.

He tried to ask his roommate about it, but could hardly get a word out before choking again. He breathed shallowly, his eyes catching sight of something even more disturbing- some sort of black something gathering from the dark, tangled masses of what seemed like hair being pulled from their own bodies. Unable to utter anything coherent, he instead shined his dimming light toward the pile and pulled on Depth Charge's arm with his free hand to get his attention.