As the man explained the situation, Farley stepped back a little, the bottom slowly sinking out of his stomach. Taken out of his own world and stuck in this one, just as he had been about to-
He stopped again, remembering how he'd been seconds from reaching the exit - the one that happened to be where he swore the glass mural overlooking the lobby had been!
Without the Shadow's presence in his mind, he remembered everything clearly - the choking, undeniable evil that was the true Shadow; how it had overwhelmed what little courage he'd had, causing him to instinctually run for the nearest way out. And the Shadow had given him one, all right...
As the realization of how utterly screwed he might have been hit, he shuddered, forcing himself to remember that he was safe. For the moment.
"What happens?" he suddenly asked. "To people that get brought here?" He wasn't about to say "people who come here" - while he would probably eventually feel grateful for the reprieve, others probably would think otherwise.