It was too late for him. I saw the cloud of pink smoke approach our hotel room. My friend James yelled for help, but I was too afraid to open the door, if I let him in, some of the smoke might enter. A few seconds later, the smoke covered him. I couldn’t see anything outside my window looked completely pink. He continued knocking, but a few seconds later he just stopped. At the time I didn’t know what happened, he might be dead, but if I had openned the door, I might’ve died too.