"No!" Wait. Is he dreaming? Can they both be dreaming at the same time? Somehow, even in his terror, Jeff looks like a confused golden retriever. "I mean-- maybe?"

You know what, he doesn't want to put any dream theories to the test. Time to run. Jeff grabs Eric's arm and starts to haul ass to the opposite exit, hoping they can get out while Jason-Leatherface-whoever is still fighting with the other door.

Of course, this being a horror movie (why is it so dark in here?!) Jeff absolutely trips and falls on... nothing. He just trips. Like a sexy camp counselor.