[There's a gurgling sound and Pratt startles, jerking away from Ben and staring at him wide eyed as if he's never seen another person before in his life. It takes a few seconds of panicked breathing, eyes darting around at their surroundings, before he seems to come back to himself.]

Ben? Shit. I'm... I need to get out of here.

[He can't hear it right now, maybe it stopped. Maybe he already did whatever Jacob wanted him to do. But no one seems to be dead, Ben is right there, he really doesn't know what is going on anymore.]

No I'm...

[He swallows hard, not even able to force himself to lie.]

I'm not okay. But I will be. I just need to get the fuck away from this.

[He unsteadily gets to his feet, weirdly feeling like he ran for twenty miles and passed out rather than collapsed where he was standing. All his limbs feel heavy, and it takes every ounce of effort just to start to walk. He's not sure how to get out of this labyrinth of hallways and corridors, and for some reason it is really, really hot in there.]

Where are we?