However, the further he moved down the hall the more unease he began to feel. The noises sounded less and less like passion and more like frantic directions in regards to someone being violently ill. A deep voice was shouting directions as sounds of retching reached his ears. Frowning, Ron jogged the rest of the way down the hall before stopping in the doorway he knew to be Jane and Thor's. What he found inside belonged in a horror film and not this safe space.