They were...what? He blinked slowly, listening to the words that trickled their way out through the speakers. Nomads? Flames? Sam leaned forward, eyes falling toward the furnaces that lined the surrounding area. What the fuck? He planted his palms to the ground and slowly, very slowly, raised himself up to a standing position. Swaying dizzily, Sam shook his head, bringing a hand up to wipe some of the dried blood from his face.
"Faith..." She was attacking the door. He wasn't going to protest it, but it didn't look like it was going to do much good. He took another moment to steady himself before moving to her side, examining the heavy barrier for himself. Maybe with a little help she'd be able to get it open? He put a palm out and tried to focus. It was harder to do than usual and the door, as hard as he tried, refused to budge any. Even with Faith's help. Groaning in annoyance, he staggered back and turned to survey the rest of the room.
They were trapped. In a furnace. And Sam could not get the door open. There has to be another way, he thought desperately, searching the walls. Nothing but the heat. What did that bitch plan on doing? Burn them to death? The word 'air' came back to mind from earlier. Oxygen was also going to be a problem. They needed to get out.
"Try the door again," Sam said, voice a bit stronger now than before. He put an arm out and used everything he had to push at the door. Again, there were no results.