He realizes it's going to be a lot longer when he's no longer in his room.
"I hate surprises," he sighs, and he opens his eyes to look at his new surroundings. He's still floating, and surprisingly calm.
Revan seems much more chipper today.
"I think I'm going to loot the place," he says brightly.
He is systematic and thorough and obviously takes a certain joy in it.
Mark is on hand to consult about the nature and likely usefulness of various objects! He's not an expert in the early twenty-first century, but he's a lot closer to one than Revan.
They find:
"You know," observes Revan when they have finished looting the place, "I don't know if I'm disappointed in them or if I just find it all hilarious."
"Mm. Yeah, if you're up for it. And we should figure it out as safely as possible - maybe try reflections of sunlight or something before moving on to the real thing. No one had a hand mirror, but I could break one of the ones in the bathrooms and use that."
And then they go to see if Mark will react in any particular way to reflected sunlight.
He giggles and smothers the flames with his other hand. "Ow. Well, that was educational."
"Yeah," agreed Revan, raising his eyebrows. "Well. Not the end of the world, but shit. I was hoping we were just being paranoid and cautious instead of completely on the right track."
"A bit. I mean, I bet there's clothes that could help. But probably best not to chance it. I'm happy to play fetch for things you can't get during the day."
"Yep! What are poor fellow victims of a murder cult brought together by circumstance and ominous candles for?"
Snicker. "You're adorable," says Mark. "The two things I want most in the world right now are a vehicle and a map. There must be a sunproofed vehicle of some kind around here somewhere, not having one would be insane, but I didn't see it when we were outside earlier."