[Ichabod takes the lead this time. He's used to this type of surrounding considering the world he was from. He pulls out his pistol and tries the first door on his right.]

The world I came from was a desolate place. The atmosphere was dark and foggy most times. The supernatural was natural.

[His hand subconsciously rubbed his left shoulder where he was stabbed by the Horseman. He hoped that she wouldn't have to see it. Thankfully the black tendrils hadn't spread since Elizabeth was grounding him and helped him keep his curse in line.]

This place is what Sleepy Hollow became after the Horseman crossed the bridge. No one wanted to stay.