"Hey! Do you mind?" Sam hollered out to get the attention of the bickering brothers before their little tiff turned into an all-out brawl. He then glanced at the opening. Part of him told him to turn around and go the other way, but there was something else--curiosity most likely--that tempted him forward. Reaching into the small pocket by his waist, Sam took out his cell phone and snapped a few quick pictures of the interior of the shack, including the clock on the floor, as well as the opening, before returning it.

"I'll go first," he then volunteered and stepped toward the opening.