Charlie grumbled, roughly brushing off the seat of his pants as he looked around the dark, dusty room he found himself in.

"Great. Just great." He muttered, reaching down and snapping up his ballcap, placing it back on his head. With a heavy sigh, he glanced around, trying to formulate a plan. Despite the need to figure out where the hell he was and what he needed to do, he couldn't help but worry about his crew.

"Dammit. Last thing I did was yell at them..." He muttered to himself, picking a direction and walking. He wandered around aimlessly, gravitating to doors or suspiciously placed boxes, all while his mind dwelled on the past.

He had to squint his eyes to see better in the dark, mumbling something about his lost lighter, too distracted to notice that someone else had entered the room.