Oh it had been like that before, there was no questioning it, but it was like they had hit the end of regular insane and instead of getting kicked right back into the real world where at least if people ate kittens they probably had a reason like being a were-wolf they had been dragged around the corner into an alternate dimension where cannibals came barreling at them in a sewer system - because they had been waiting in the sewer like they were expecting something. Dalila had withdrawn her hand to stick the fingers of both against the side of her head, trying in vain to shut up all of the voices that were starting to crowd in. Once she had been proud of the range she managed to get, but that was only when she could control it. Control was in short supply when the world had been turned upside down and - what was happening? Why was every thought suddenly full of loud chimes? Not just thoughts of going this way or that way or wires or traps or any of that, but chimes. Dalila turned towards where Lumen had done something - tripped? - and saw her friend sprawled out on the ground. And there was Darklis pressed flat against the other wall. Where was Pancho? Yes, Dalila remembered Pancho, he was just not at the forefront of her thoughts except for when he put himself there.
Have to move. Her legs did not want to listen. If I don't move, I get eaten. Darklis is right, it's a giant dinner bell. Dalila took in a deep breath and pressed the noise in her head down until it was just a muted roar with occasional thoughts seeping through to knock at her. And then she went to Lumen. The idea of touching her made her stomach roll because she had just been sprawled on that floor, but she still reached down to help her up, tugging towards where Darklis had gone. Talking was... Dalila did not want to talk. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth then the tightly gripped hysteria would come boiling out in a scream louder than the chimes. Instead she pressed against the wall. It was disgusting and a little slimy, but it was solid and Dalila gripped onto that as she followed. The second she was close enough she reached out and tapped Darklis on the shoulder. She should have opened her mouth and said it, but instead she pointed back at where they had fallen. Just beyond it, still visible because of whatever light was filtering from... wherever - They don't keep lights down here, they don't live down here, please they don't live down here - were people. The ones she had been hearing. And they looked very excited.