Delusional or not, Ben wasn't going to waste the opportunity to be rescued. Iron Man's jet propulsed boots hadn't even disappeared from view by the time Ben was barreling out of the editorial offices and out to the hallway. His first instinct was to head for the elevators but he stopped short at the last moment as he remembered that he'd dragged poor Carrie's body in there. He veered right to the end of the hallway and only paused for a split second before plunging into the dimly lit stairwell and up the single flight to the roof access. This was no time to be afraid of the dark, not when there were a lot worse things forcing their way into the building to tear him to pieces.
Ben hit the roof access door at a run, grasping onto the handle for dear life and finding it locked. "No," he muttered and pulled it again, staring at the keyhole. Apparently it took a key from either side, a key he didn't have or have any idea where the hell it was. Probably down in Jonah's office, that would be just his kind of luck. He kept on jiggling the handle and then started pounding, open fist, against the door. "Fuck, fuck. Come on!" He heard a crash and a growl from flights far below. Ben began banging his fists against the door again with more desperation.