While sleeping wasn't completely problematic for William, he hadn't been able to find it properly at this particular midnight. He'd been awake instead, trying to focus on the pages of the book in front of him, when the entire world stretched for a split second and proceeded to deposit him on a searingly white floor in a searingly white room. He winced and covered his eyes - his own room had been relatively low-lit - until he got used to it. Only then did he glance around, seeing two men and one woman, and not much else.
Chris took advantage of the moment to introduce himself first, pointing out a very important note. Will stood up and tried to find anything in the room that would let them out, give them a hint to an escape, even be something other than just endless whiteness, but all he found was the plaque on the wall that Chris was already reading.
"Will," he said gruffly by way of introduction before moving to read the plaque as well, keeping his eyes locked on it and not on anybody else in the room - not yet.