Jill could barely make out what Jack was saying. Something about the lobby and getting the hell out? Yes, that seemed like a good idea she thought as Jack guided her down the stairs toward the lobby, her sobs slowly faded to snuffles as they walked. The sound of the rain pelting against the window drew her attention. “It’s raining…” she said slowly, as if only noticing it for the first time. Looking down at her hands she noticed that she was still carrying the dead flashlight though she didn’t have the slightest idea why. Soon enough the familiar sight of the lobby came into view and Jill was not in the least bit surprised to see that the area was still empty for which she was actually thankful.