Night 64: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[dualistic]

[From here.]

Still no one. Harvey imagined that before long these areas were going to be flooded with sick people who were going to follow that clue, so he was glad that he'd beaten them to the punch. It wasn't that he thought it was contagious anymore -- by this point, they would have known -- but he didn't need to be surrounded by a bunch of miserable, sniffling people, either.

Relieved that he'd dodged that bullet, at least so far, Harvey reached the end of the hall and took a right toward their regular meeting spot.

[To here.]

Comments

[oyaji]

Wild Tiger halted abruptly, his flash light bobbing across the opposite wall from the impromptu scolding. He refused to look behind him at the face Barnaby was giving him, but his amber eyes danced frantically through the darkness as he tried to ascertain how his partner knew that when he didn't.

"Yeah, well I was... Just making sure everyone was okay down here before we went, you know, east... but now that I clearly see everyone is okay, we can go east like you said... Okay, come on..." Coughing awkwardly, the former Hero passed Barnaby as they regained their forward momentum.

[To here]