Whaaaa- oh, Dan cut himself off when he saw the screen have a freakout moment - it was some sort of gaming system he wasn't familiar with, but obviously Richie knew what it was.
This seemed to be a good place to start.
Even if he felt this sense of anticipation (dread, perhaps?) pushing against him like an invisible gale. He could sense his own heartbeat, and Richie's, synced up and beating against that cage of bone and cartilage - this was why they were here. To figure out what had seeped in, infected the organized systems of thoughts and memories.
Open them? he suggested. He'd pull them out, if it got to be too overwhelming - he was poised to do it, but he hoped they could find some answers first.