Night 65: M91-M100 Hallway

[fallenbeanpole]

As the intercom died away, the Once-ler grabbed his crutch and hobbled over to the door. Poking his head out briefly, he glanced up and down the dark hallway before retreating back in and shutting the door.

“Just Once-ler is fine,” he said in response to the other man, still facing the door. “And again, you are?”

While he waited for a reply, he mulled over the intercom’s message. It sounded like the sickness was a twisted experiment, and five people would ‘turn’. The Once-ler was not certain exactly what the Head Doctor meant, but found himself hoping that Soma was not among that number. Sora also hadn’t been feeling well, he recalled.

Hopefully whatever was in the X-ray room tonight would prove useful. There was so much wrong with experimenting on people and making them sick, and there had to be a better solution than amateur stomach surgery.

The Once-ler’s thoughts were interrupted when the other man spoke up again. He turned around to see that his roommate had gone pale. It sounded like he was afraid of the sickness going around. “Not really, no. I was traveling with someone sick last night, but she said it probably wasn’t contagious. I feel fine. Aside from the injuries, obviously.”

Speaking of Soma, hadn’t she had a flashlight last night? That would make navigating the hallways much easier, and safer too. “You don’t know where I could get a flashlight, do you?”

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[brokensmolder]

The Once-ler's description sounded a bit like the weird, directionless light that illuminated everything here. It also sounded a little like the club Eugene had found under his pillow last night. Walking over to his bed, he pulled the club out from its hiding place. "You mean this thing?" It didn't look much like a torch, but he was going to have to take his roommate's word as the greater authority on these things. "Check your pillow too. Maybe you got a visit from the...flash...torch fairy."

[fallenbeanpole]

The Once-ler grinned slightly. "That's a flashlight, alright." Taking his roommate's advice, he lifted his own pillow up. He smiled even more upon exposing the flashlight.

"Well, what do ya know." The Once-ler picked up the flashlight, giving it a quick look-over.

It didn't make much sense for flashlights to be hidden under pillows, but the Once-ler was rapidly learning that questioning the logic of this place was going to get him nowhere.

Pointing the flashlight at the ceiling, he briefly flipped the switch on to test the light. Satisfied that the light was functional, he turned it off. No sense in wasting the batteries.

The Once-ler adjusted his grip on crutch and flashlight before walking back to the door.

"Alright, let's go."

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