Night 51: Main Hallway, 1-West

[hasnomeaning]

[from here and waiting for the opposite one.~]The hall was as empty as she had seen it. Silence glistened as severe as any palpable source. Voices echoed in the distance, but here there was nothing. No one. No sounds, but the dull creaks of a settling building and shifting ghosts. Last night gave rise to a new awareness. She did not take the

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[human_sponge]

[From here.]Just as Peter was about to reach the stairs (he was definitely going to take the lead for this stretch, since the stairwell had the possibility of being dangerous, not to mention the bad memories that had been brought back by seeing Elle that morning), he was distracted by a buzzing noise that was coming from his pillow case

[autophoenix]

It wasn't hard to notice the change in disposition. She'd made him uncomfortable, or so she assumed, and the grim look on her face was almost apologetic for it. Not wholly, though. It was information she needed to know -- on both the principle of being a patient who could possibly be subjected to it, and on the principle that she was helping him go take care of the people who already had been

[human_sponge]

It was hard to be certain, but Claire seemed a little unsure about the radio thing in general. Maybe she was just overwhelmed by what had happened with the files and what he'd just told her about the sleep studies, so adding a mysterious radio man on top of it all was just pushing it a bit too far. That was fine, though. They didn't need to go play detective when they were already being paramedics.

Not that any of this resembled playing, regardless of what Landel would say on that intercom of his.

"Right," he said with a nod as he turned himself toward the stairs again, pointing his flashlight up it before taking the lead in their ascent. He just need to put the memories of Elle's death from his mind and get them to where they needed to go. It wasn't that hard, was it?

[To here.]