The ghost ignores the two men behind him. His eyes are fixed on Nancy.
"I'll show you the way out." He wriggles his fingers invitingly. "How long... Let me see... Ten... Nine..."
Yep. He's doing a countdown. What he doesn't know is that his illusions aren't holding up for everyone in the carriage. If Eames concentrates, he will find that the blood-spattered walls, the bodies, and more importantly the blank wall where the door used to be, are all just an intangible layer over the real thing. The real carriage hasn't changed since they entered it and the door is still there. It isn't locked.
There aren't many shadows inside the carriage since it's brightly lit, but it is dark outside the train. Micheletto could teleport outside if he wanted... but that would leave him alone on the track and he would soon be left behind as the train continues on its way.
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"I'll show you the way out." He wriggles his fingers invitingly. "How long... Let me see... Ten... Nine..."
Yep. He's doing a countdown. What he doesn't know is that his illusions aren't holding up for everyone in the carriage. If Eames concentrates, he will find that the blood-spattered walls, the bodies, and more importantly the blank wall where the door used to be, are all just an intangible layer over the real thing. The real carriage hasn't changed since they entered it and the door is still there. It isn't locked.
There aren't many shadows inside the carriage since it's brightly lit, but it is dark outside the train. Micheletto could teleport outside if he wanted... but that would leave him alone on the track and he would soon be left behind as the train continues on its way.