[ This place is a cluster of images, faces and concepts entirely foreign to him. The room makes his head spin and he hates it, but he won't allow himself to stop looking. ]

Don't call me that.

[ The TEENAGED BOY won't answer you. It's up to you to make this decision, then.

> ]

We'll voyage into my mind. I want you to leave this place, and there's no point in sulking around in this room.

[ You hate it. You're sure he does, too. ]

I'm ready when you are. If this isn't what you want, tell me right now.