Was it Murphy's imagination, or was his room deeper in the bowels of the Institute than the one he'd first woken up in? This didn't look like the hallway he'd emptied out into last night...
Where the hell was he, then? He'd figured he could at least head back to the entry room. He knew where that was, after all, and he didn't have anything else to go on. Of course, after what they'd found there last night, he wasn't thrilled at the prospect. But one thing hadn't changed: what he wanted didn't matter. Harvey had mentioned the medical wing, but he hadn't the faintest idea how to get there.
Sighing, the ex-con set down his chair and leaned against the wall, deciding to give a little thought to how he should proceed. It wasn't something he did often, but the intercom message hadn't given too much to work with. Not nearly what he had grown used to.
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Was it Murphy's imagination, or was his room deeper in the bowels of the Institute than the one he'd first woken up in? This didn't look like the hallway he'd emptied out into last night...
Where the hell was he, then? He'd figured he could at least head back to the entry room. He knew where that was, after all, and he didn't have anything else to go on. Of course, after what they'd found there last night, he wasn't thrilled at the prospect. But one thing hadn't changed: what he wanted didn't matter. Harvey had mentioned the medical wing, but he hadn't the faintest idea how to get there.
Sighing, the ex-con set down his chair and leaned against the wall, deciding to give a little thought to how he should proceed. It wasn't something he did often, but the intercom message hadn't given too much to work with. Not nearly what he had grown used to.
Maybe if he just kept heading south...
[For Tsurugi!]