[from here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1193043.html?thread=81144147#t81144147), timeskipping everybody]
The corridor seemed like any other hallway in the Institute, except smaller and lined with doors on either side. From here, Ema was lost; she never left her room when her own experiment happened, opting to instead wait for a rescue that never arrived because of some experiment Dr. Landel was running. Just the memory of it made her shudder a bit.
At least there seemed to be less carnage in here. Ema dropped her arm and allowed herself to breathe a bit more easily. "Mr. Javert? Mr. Threepwood? What can you see?" There was no need to announce her inability to see much detail in the poor light, although her question did so implicitly. Mr. Javert already knew and would tell Mr. Threepwood if he deemed it important enough.
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The corridor seemed like any other hallway in the Institute, except smaller and lined with doors on either side. From here, Ema was lost; she never left her room when her own experiment happened, opting to instead wait for a rescue that never arrived because of some experiment Dr. Landel was running. Just the memory of it made her shudder a bit.
At least there seemed to be less carnage in here. Ema dropped her arm and allowed herself to breathe a bit more easily. "Mr. Javert? Mr. Threepwood? What can you see?" There was no need to announce her inability to see much detail in the poor light, although her question did so implicitly. Mr. Javert already knew and would tell Mr. Threepwood if he deemed it important enough.