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Indy got past the junction and paused a minute, listening for anything else that sounded hungry. The scratching sounds from behind them seemed to have been silenced--for now. There was nothing dead around here, although parts of his shoes were still leaving faint tracks of blood on the floor. There were a bunch of doors up ahead to their right and a hallway on the left.
"How much medicine do you suppose actually gets practiced here?" he commented to Dent, now that they had a chance to catch their breaths.