"I--" He pauses. "It was as shitty on the inside as it is on the outside. Rundown. It's the damnedest thing, you know, I remember being shit-your-pants scared, but I can't force myself to think about it too much or remember what it was that scared me. I think there was a storage room and then--" He gives a shiver, shaking his head.

"Wish I could tell you more. I don't remember seeing anything to even identify what kinda shit the museum had... maybe it was nerves. I'm typically not like that though." Sure, he gets fucking scared on occasion, but not to the point where any coherent memory is gone.