[Naoto frowns, but sighs and acquiesces. He highly doubts that Paprika would be able to just barge in on an investigation in reality, so this really is most likely a dream.]

I'm coming. I don't suppose you know where we're going? [Yup, despite his talk of the 'front door,' he isn't really sure where it is. He only recalls rooms relating to the murder. He moves to follow Paprika just as creepy, high pitched music starts playing.]

Where is that coming from? [There aren't any speakers around... Okay, Naoto's starting to get just a bit scared now.]