"Yeah, well, the hotel doesn't exactly have a gun store," Richie said, although he supposed he'd proven himself with an axe once seeing as it had resulted in a dead man. Not that there were just axes laying around either, but it was what came to mind.
He paused when Dan did, concern edging onto his expression as he got to realizing that Dan had left the fucking building. Something about that chanting, that white eyed look felt familiar and horrible and Richie was almost positive that if he reached out to touch Dan that he might be pulled under those psychic waves, too. "Hey, buddy," he said, loud and falsely bright even as he looked around them, wary. He really should have brought a weapon if Dan was gonna go all psychic friends network on his ass. "You gonna come back to earth here at any time?"