By then, Tony was waist deep in the wall, and murmuring to himself around the flashlight in his teeth, searching for the system that had to be there if he was going to persist believing they were not on board a magical construct. After a moment, he was calling something that could have been, "Got it!" to warn about an impending change, garbled around the flashlight and mostly vowels. They didn't have much time to fill in the consonants before the room went black.

The AI was suddenly very aware of where they were, filling the darkened room with noise as it alerted them all very urgently of impending doom. In the gloom, Tony was a watery light, clambering back out of the wall then bouncing as he dropped the flashlight back into his hand to grumble, "Yeah, yeah, we're all gonna die."

The AI seem very convinced, repeating, "Danger!" and "Alert!" and "Life support failing!" and mostly "Help!" While it shouted, Tony scanned Donnie's prone form, frowning at the lack of safety release. Who designed life support pods that didn't automatically open in an emergency? The performance that the AI was putting on was getting less convincing by the second. Tony tried giving the bed an encouraging kick.