Greg was definitely running now. Now that he'd freed himself from that lunatic up on that level. What was it...? He tried to remember but was having a hard time because his lungs felt like they were burning. Running really wasn't his thing.

Reaching Gid's door he started banging on it rapidly and not giving up. He had to tell someone and other than Amethyst, Gid was the only one that could probably do something about it that he knew.