Doc follows Neal to the couch, easing himself down next to him, careful not to upset his coffee. He's not sure he heard that kind of ruckus but with the blizzard outside he couldn't have noticed much beyond what was happening in the house he himself was trapped in. He nods as he listens without interjecting, trying to piece together a puzzle where he's missing three quarters of the pieces and doing his best not to be frustrated by the process.

"Things weren't that pleasant where I ended up either. There were phantoms in the mirror and shadows moving out of the corner of your eye." And that's not to mention the unsettling noises in the ceiling and in the basement. "These things will eat away at you. You have to try not to dwell on them too much."