As long as you're able to manage your expectations when you find your disappointment to be immeasurable. [After all knocking boots required a degree of social acumen Will didn't possess in abundance and he could count his encounters on a single hand. What Will did have was an eidetic memory and imagination that was bountiful.]

She does like to schmooze and it could be that she's just being friendly or maybe we're all just children and she's a walking, talking baby monitor. [The idea that someone, or something could and would be monitoring their activities and comfort level while they are here was a bit unsettling for Will.

Before he could expand on it however, he abruptly shoulders John into the nearest corridor, flattening both of them against a wall. His face is close to his companion's shoulder, his arms barring him against the wall (protectively?) but he's not looking at him, instead he's looking up as though he might have caught a noise. Talking? Whispering? Screaming?]

Did you hear that? [Will wasn't about to admit to things like lost time, sleep walking, and hallucinations as he knew what it would look like, and Will also knew what sort of crazy he was. He was also attuned to his environment and had an overactive imagination, the price of imagination.

Maybe he wasn't hearing things though.]