Michael peeks inside.

The sounds coming from inside the room that Jean and her friends were in were really weird. Michael honestly didn't know what to make of them. They didn't sound like there would be much of a chance for him to re-enter the situation, though, which left him at a loss again. Was he just supposed to turn back for the second time and go back to the cabin?

No. He had spent far too long wandering those halls to turn back now. Besides, what could they be doing that was so important? It was two in the morning. A little disturbance couldn't be that big of a deal. They had probably just gotten a little too drunk and started to get rowdy in the hot tub. Michael had been around his sister while she had gotten smashed before, and no one had complained then.

Still, he didn't feel like just barging in. It wouldn't really be polite. He would have to knock, or maybe eavesdrop and peek inside to wait for a good moment to step back into the room.

Michael's heart was pounding as he approached the sliding rice-paper door. The shapes inside were moving in a weird way, like a rhythmic, ritual sort of dance. What in God's name were they doing in there? His mouth was feeling dry, and his hand was shaking as he reached out to open the door-- only a crack.