Rikloud, trying not to panic, held up his own board to defend himself in case this crazy man decided to attack.

Unsure how to react, a million thoughts seem to play through Aaron's mind. Should he try to take the man out, or calm him? This man could present a legitimate threat to their lives, but if they attack, they could ruin their only chance of escape. This man surely knows where they are, and how to get out. Stepping in front of the girl, Aaron decides to try to appease the man. "Sir, we don't mean any harm. We just want to know where we are, and...and who we are, if you know". Maybe this man could help them figure out the identities of the other two. Just then, Aaron realizes he's not so much as asked his fellow escapee's name. Does he even know? If he survives this encounter, he'll have to remedy that. "Please sir, put away the knife. We mean no harm". Realizing he still has the desk drawer raised, Aaron decides to take a risk, and sets it on the ground. Hopefully the man that broke out of the room with him, will understand the plan, and neutralize the threat, if the man should lunge at him in this vulnerable state. In a desperate attempt to communicate this message to the stranger whose hands he just put his life in, Aaron flashes a quick glance at him. "See? I put my weapon away. Please, won't you do the same?"

Juliet :
Rikloud :

"Hahaha" the man holding the knife starts cackling as he starts to run towards Aaron. He doesn't seem to care that he had put the desk drawer down. He starts to scream as he runs towards you with his knife gleaming in the light of the room. This man obviously is obviously a phsyco. "I wish my friends were here to join me!" He yells. As he gets close enough, you can easily tell that this man is even physically strange. He's eyes are not normal. They have a yellowish tint to them. His skin is all veiny. He draws his arm back to stab.

Rikloud suddenly dodges the knife and hits the psycho on his stomach with the board.

Siezing the opportunity the hit to the stomach gave him, Aaron stoops down for the drawer, and in one smooth motion, he unhesitantly smashes it across the side of the old man's head, shattering the drawer into several pieces. Aaron stands in silence, numb. What did he just do? The old man remains motionless. Did he just kill a man? How could that be possible? He'd never even killed an animal, much less killed a man. The very idea sickens him to no end. A sudden wave of nausea overcomes him, nearly causing him to lose his lunch, if he would have had a lunch to lose that is. Looking at his two friends, if he could call them that, perfect strangers is more fitting a term, he reminds himself why he did it: these other presumably innocent people need to get out of here alive as much as he does. The thought that he was also protecting the innocent, helps him to stay strong. Risking his life to protect two strangers? He never would have expected that to be him. He almost laughs, but thinks better of laughing while standing over a dead man's body, lest the others think he's crazy. Reaching down to grab the knife the old man dropped, Aaron picks it up, and turning to the girl, he places it in her hand "Here. With any luck, you won't have to use it. Just in case though, be on your toes at all times". Turning to the other guy, he says "Thank you. I...I owe you my life...I don't even know your name".

Ah yes, this picture brought back memories. Aaron had recently passed through this area on his trip to Ireland. A twenty year old shop owner, he had saved his whole life to go to his home country. His fiance was waiting for him back in the states. He remembered with agony how she had asked him not to go, for fear of what might become of him. She so feared aircrafts. Originally he had decided to cancel the trip for her, but when she saw how disappointed he was, she urged him to go, and just promise to return safely. He did so...he...promised her. And his parents, how must they feel now as well? Aaron barely manages to fight back the tears as he thinks of it all. Why did he have to make this journey? But none of that mattered now. All that mattered now was getting himself and these others back to safety. Himself back to the love of his life. And this island...He had stopped by there because he had heard the news, and wanted to see it for himself. Yes he remembers it now so clearly, these... people? They attacked them, but why? And this man with him now, he had seen this man struggling with them as well. And the girl...she was there on the floor, unconscious. Aaron had thought she was dead. Thankfully he was wrong, but what of the other passengers? What of the island? What of the airship? Who were these people, and what was wrong with them? Surely they weren't mad as they seemed. No mad men could pull off a feat such as this, could they? Aaron looks at the others, and sees a look of recollection come over them. Hopefully this will help them figure out what is going on. With new determination, he settles within himself, that they must survive, by any means necessary.

Still a bit shaken over the recent experiences, though not sure if it's from the man attacking, or the fact that he just unintentionally killed a man, Aaron heads to the door. "I think we might be able to escape through here...but we need to be careful. This just seems too easy...". Looking at the the other two, who seem as shaken as he feels, he can't help feeling a great sense of compassion. These were human beings too, and he knew how they felt. This was a horrifying experience that he would wish on no one. With renewed determination, Aaron braces himself, as he waits impatiently for backup before opening the door.