[ Eddie takes a deep breath in, slowly letting it go bit by bit. He doesn't like this, not one bit. The dream, the note, the locked door - it's gonna get worse before it gets better, isn't it?

He pats the pockets of his jeans. Normally he'd have his keys, smokes, a pocket knife. Just in case. ]

Uh - not anymore, apparently.

[ Their eyes meet and Eddie swallows hard before resuming his pacing, trying to find something in the room to complete their task. ]

I can't ask you to do that, it's messed up. We just need something sharp. Think I could give myself a bad enough papercut with a hotel bible?

[ He'd make a joke about it burning him as soon as he touches the pages, but that doesn't exactly feel funny to him right now. ]