If Damon was good at anything, it was confidence. He was good at carrying out plans, although quite a few had gone a little awry from time to time. The one in the dreams... yeah, no time for that. He had to keep those emotions bottled tight. He looked at the girl again. "If you have trouble, I could give you a ride. I think my back can take it. We are going to get there."
"I have no idea what is at the hotel. I think we are close." He hoped they were close. As many times as he had been out here in Marrowood, even at night, it never looked like this. The fog was like tar. "If there are people there, maybe they can help get us back. I don't know if there are any witches..." He stopped that thought there. In Mystic Falls there were a few. He couldn't count on that here. A door would be perfect right now, but he didn't think they were getting that either. "We'll figure it out."