And then the lights are back. Just like that, like nothing happened. Except for one itty bitty little detail. One little thing that leaves the room still, and silent, and empty. One screaming absence that Stanley is going to remember for a very long time, that he's going to dream about. When he does, he isn't going to be even a little bit surprised. A single room, perfectly still, perfectly peaceful, and no one but but Stanley in it.

"Ford! Ford! This isn't... funny..." But Ford never was a joker. Stanley knows that. He turns in a circle, like his brother's just gonna' be waiting somewhere behind him, and runs a hand over his hair. "Ford! Oh fuck, oh, oh jeez, I-"

Okay. Okay. There's not one single thing in this room that he could use as a weapon, just fucking equipment, stupid science bullshit, and he'd give his fucking left arm to be holding a baseball bat right about now and that might be kinda redundant, okay, but just never you fucking mind. There's a tunnel over there, okay. This room ain't just a dead end. So he don't think things like he was right, your brother was right and you didn't believe him, look what you drove him to, now he's dead and it's your-

"Fuck you!" His voice echoes through the room and good, fucking good, he hopes it does, he hopes everything in here fucking hears it because he's not thinking that shit, he's just going in this goddamn tunnel to rescue his goddamn brother. "Fuck you, you hear me, you shitty Exorcist reject! I'm going in here after you and you better not make me wait! You better be right there waiting for me!"

And in he goes. The only other way out of this room, other than that puzzle-blocks-of-doom bullshit, and the only way in. If Ford is any way he's that way, so that way Stan Pines goes.