Bill recoils a little before lowering the broom, chuckling at the makeshift weapon. "Long story short, I'm Bill, the loud glass breaking noise was me. I've figured out this isn't a dream, words are still legible. We're somewhere called The Cove or Coven based on a sign above the wall. We can be hurt," Bill raised his slightly bandaged hand, "so we'll be wanting to avoid any trouble. Finally, that loud noise signaled that we can leave, however with what I've seen, that seems like a fruitless venture. Whatever has us here has us here for a reason either something to see and take with us outside this vision or for us to die here to fuel something. I believe that covers just about everything." He looks over the ramshackle group. "I'm sorry, you all are?"
