Rocket jumped at the call briefly, then hurried down the direction of the hall-the noise had startled him, but at least it was a voice, instead of vague creepy noises. When he actually reached York, he paused, taking in the sight, then shaking his head.

"How did-did you try to fight the wall and lose? Hang on." He began trying to pry away at the mess, shoving debris, picking at wires, and flat out clawing at the tendrils with his nails to try and clear it away. "Seriously. How?"