"I don't know," he confesses. "I don't know if it's Hell or if it's something else, but--"

He's afraid of what it could be. Jon looks around. The hotel setting is strange but it could be the realm of some fear or another. Or some strange conjunction of several of them. Jon rubs his forehead and sinks back. He can't tell if he's hungry or if the headache is something else.

"Are you alright? You aren't hurt or anything?"