The men shook hands regardless. A bit late for formal introductions, but never mind. "No, this is...something is definitely going on." Sam said, glancing back at the door. It seemed to be holding for now. Thank god.

"This is a dream," He went on to explain, as if they all hadn't already figured it out. "That shadow is controlling it, like some kind of game." And that was the best he had. There didn't seem to be any clear objective, and neither he nor his brother could put their finger on what the creature was. But he knew it was powerful. And that it needed to die.