Eddie breathes an audible sigh of relief when Mat conjures up a torch. It doesn’t cast much light, but it’s enough for them to be able to see one another, and thank god, it’s someone he knows, or at least someone he’s had a friendly conversation with. He's already anxious enough without having to decide if someone new is friend or foe.

“Shit, hey man. Yeah, that’s me.”

He glances down at the graveyard tattoo on his arm with a nervous chuckle. It is indeed glowing faintly in the dim light, just as the Norwich tattooist had promised.

“Guess now we know for sure, huh?”

It is not the time for jokes, but half of the time, jokes are really the only things keeping Eddie from coming totally unglued. If he can make light of a situation in any way, then he can pretend that it really isn’t so bad. This, though? This is looking pretty bad.

“So, that’s one of life’s many mysteries cleared up, now, uh…what about this?”

He turns on the spot, looking hard, though it’s truly in vain. It’s pitch black here, and all he sees are walls on every side. In a grim voice, he concludes:

“Man, I really hope these walls aren’t about to start moving.”

Why yes, someone has seen Star Wars one too many times, thank you for asking.