This wasn't how Ben had expected to wake up. He was still in the same sweatshorts, t-shirt, and socks that he had gone to bed in, but that was exactly where the similarities between then and now stopped. He didn't know where he was or who the others were, aside from Oliver.
Not quiet shaken from his disoriented state just yet, he struggled his way to the (locked) door, fumbling clumsily with it. After the first tug, it became obvious that the door wasn't going to budge any time soon, but rattling and yanking on the handle at least made him feel a little better.
He only paused after one of the girls spoke, letting go and turning far enough to allow him to rest his weight against the door via his shoulder while squinting across the dimly lit room at the young woman. "What does it say?"