Night 56: Main Hallway, 1-East

[selfnighted]

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"Through the stairs, and then down a hallway," Maya said as she continued, then glanced back to see if Arthur was following. "These stairs-"

Or...not. Where had the stairs gone? Trick of the light, perhaps. Flashlight light; she'd walked right past the stairs when the beam of her flashlight had been aimed elsewhere. Of course the

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[swornandbroken]

[from here]

Lunge had told Mello the radio host was Doyle, and Lamperouge's notes, in the journal Mello had appropriated after his 'release,' had taken that fact for granted. Was this common knowledge in the current prisoner population? Mello had largely abandoned the Doyleton line of inquiry in recent days, having much more immediate things with which to concern himself. Going back over what he'd learnt would be called for, later, if the doors downstairs being unlocked now, in whatever way they had been, represented another expansion of the territory the prisoners were 'allowed' to access.

"I've been wanting a look at those files myself." He'd tried to get Weaver to tell him what was in his, assuming these were the same files the daytime doctors had access to, and it had been lies, had mentioned his parents, for god's sake; but the need to know exactly what they knew, however obfuscated by the lies, was irresistible. And if they were rather more useful files, so much the better. He doubted that was the case, though he was sure

[fourstonewalls]

"Thanks," Lana murmured, as she took the notebook back. "Nine days, ten nights. We arrived the night of the 25th, by that calendar," she added, tapping her flashlight against the notebook."

The closer stairwell seemed as good as any; Lana stuck her head inside. Two voices, chatting calmly, rang down from near the top. She opened it the rest of the way, and held it for the other two. "Through here, I think."

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