"Uh, sorry," Rook says, still heading for that hatch and still distracted, but he does slow long enough to glance over his shoulder.

"It makes sense that this is a dream." And if it's a dream, and he's conscious of it... he should be able to manipulate it, right? Maybe?

He pushes on the heavy steel. At first, it doesn't budge. The same as every other time he's tried.

But then, one side creaks just a tiny bit, as though it might actually open.