They are. All reason aside, panic floods you. You start crashing down the hall with no regard for property damage, all in the name of trying to find a particular room. You hear voices yelling and, somewhat preposterously, several gunshots and a small explosion. None of them touch you, though.

Instead, you find yourself arriving in a quiet corridor that seems too small for you to enter. You've found it, at last, but you can't fit in the doorway. What the hell?

"Winter?!" you yell. Stealth is over, apparently.