Spam for D
[Jim had taken a brief cursory flip through the pages of the journal, to confirm that yes, it was still in working order, before tucking it into the inside pocket of his jacket and setting off back towards his room as fast as he could realistically go without looking like he was running. This was it. This was what he'd been trying to get his hands on with Armand for some time and now it was his. If he was lucky the other man wouldn't even notice it was gone.
In the corridor ahead of him, he heard hurried footfalls, from one of the wardens? Or the inmates? He couldn't be injured now, not with this, and dying would be even worse. For one thing, his absent warden couldn't revive him, and for another, if he was caught with the journal then all would be well and truly lost with Armand. As the sounds approached, he reached for the nearest door and tried the handle, hoping as he did so, that it was an empty cabin he was ducking into.]