Anthony followed the other man blindly, not thinking for more than one second about why he is actually doing so and where he is actually going. He stared blankly and with great confusion as the man stopped, gestured to the door and then continued on. What?

Perhaps surprisingly, Anthony managed connect the dots and come to the conclusion that he is to...go in this room. He doesn't understand why, but he's not one to ask questions, really.

Anthony glanced at the key. And the door. He doesn't have the hand-eye coordination for this, really. Cue Anthony trying to unlock the door several times and failing miserably every single time. He's going to cry. This was so annoying and irritating and he's decided that he hates living. He tries once more and fails yet again. He's crying now. There are tears in his eyes. Life is pain.