Jeffery looked up from the frustrating label to see a... television? WHOA, COOL! "COOL, A TELEVISION!" He put the bottle in his pocket, he'd inspect it more later. He instantly was checking it out for any buttons that would turn it on, or anything that could leading to their memories returning. Everyone that had appeared in the room had done that... except the fridge. He saw a folded piece of paper jammed behind the television. "Oh no..." Was all he said. No way, no way was he opening another letter or finding anything else in this room. He wasn't puking again, no way Jose! He'd let someone else take it out, he wasn't touching that thing.

He looked up at Frenchie. "Trust me you don't want to know. Think of it as a sick... sick joke." Jeffery grimaced slightly at remembering the body parts. Ewww....