Cal took the offered chunk and shoved it into his mouth. He was exhausted. He was thirsty. His stomach was growling. How long had they been wandering around? Twelve, thirteen hours? He needed sleep, he needed food. He needed water.
"I'm going crazy," he groaned, letting his head hit the mirror behind him with a dull thud. "This place is changing around us. There's no way we're trapped in here this long if it's not one giant trip. Either this shit's magic or there's a gas being pumped in here that's making us bugfuck nuts."