Gabriel slowly put his hand on the planchette, thinking of his brother at that moment. He could imagine his brother yelling at him to stop and get out of there. He frowned, a sad expression washing over his face. "I'm in too, I guess. Let's get this over with." He looked away from the group, out the window. He felt an immense heat come from the planchette, one that almost burnt his fingers. His eyes got wide, a gasp escaping his throat. He looked to the others, shaking slightly. "Uh.. Sorry. Nerves are getting to me." He wasn't about to say what was really wrong. Unknowingly to him, he was the only one to feel the burning sensation. The others, in fact, had felt a horrible cold that came over them when touching the planchette.