NIGHT 54: M21-30 HALLWAY

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It took her a moment when she turned down the men's hallway to skim the area with her flashlight. This was the part where she got confused, the muscle memory not really carrying her the whole way. He'd given her directions once, but that felt like a lifetime ago now that she actually needed to put them into practice without Bella attached to her hip. Being alone made it harder, for some reason. She hoped Bella was having more luck than she was at getting to … wherever.

On her left, the single door of the bathroom that she suspected was the same as the women's facilities, and on her right four hallways. Peter's was … she scrutinized. Second in from the door? It sounded about right. If her room was F34 and it was the closest to the door, 24 should be one row further in. So, she hung a right and headed down the hallway.

Her flashlight beam checked the numbers on the doors as she headed down. 30 … 29 … the numbers were counting downwards, which was a good sign that this was the right hallway to get her to M24.

[ bumping into sylar peter ]

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From the moment the name Sylar came out of her uncle's mouth, a stubborn and impetuous look dawned on Claire's face, covering up the way her shoulders tensed with uncomfortable fear. If that was Sylar's room, why were they still hanging around? A part of her wanted to just politely request going back to Peter's, but if they were hall-buddies, she had a feeling they should get as far away from the block as possible. There was no way she wanted to be around when he came out, nor anywhere that he might know to look for them.

"Peter," she hissed stubbornly, casting a paranoid glance over his shoulder and fixing her gaze on the door of the room. It seemed so much more ominous now. Her mind flashed to an image of her front door, slamming shut, refusing to open. No escape. She swallowed thickly and looked back up at Peter to anchor herself and push away the fear. Not now, Bennet. "Maybe next time you tell me where to find you, you could include that as part of the memo? There are a few rooms I'd like to avoid on my candystriping rounds, and Sylar's? Happens to be one of them! The top of the list, even!" Her gaze began to drift back to the door and suddenly her eyebrows knitted together in stubborn confusion.

"What were you doing at his room, anyway?" Sketchy didn't even begin to cover it. Secretly, though, she was hoping he'd smothered him in his sleep or something. That'd teach him to try and backseat parent. Her violent thoughts got interrupted by her rationality. Shaking the entirety of it off, she grabbed his hand. "Come on, let's just … get out of here, okay? I don't want to be around when he leaves."

Turning on her heels, she began to drag Peter after her back towards the main block hallway. The faster they got out of there, the better. Prying questions could wait until later. When they reached the mouth of the hall, she glanced left, then glanced right; her flashlight following the path of her vision to insure that the boogeyman wasn't lurking in the shadows waiting to jump them or something. Satisfied that there was no one out there who would pose a significant threat, she pulled Peter out into it after her.

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