He thinks about how he felt moments before, frowning heavily as he thinks about that. "So it happens regularly? People screwing with our heads somehow?"

He thinks about the way he can lure others onto a train trestle and not hear the horn until its too late. Something like that maybe? It's not comforting, but then he couldn't imagine he was the only one drawn in like he is. How many others were there?

"Did they look into it? Any idea why?"

The next door opening only makes him crankier, hating that he'd been screaming and yelling over what amounts to nothing apparently.