And night came. And Mikado still had no idea on what to think of anything.

What the man--Castiel--had said had only given more fuel to turn around inside his mind, but still, at the end of it, Mikado was still where he was when he started. He had more knowledge... just not in the direction he wanted. And now it was nighttime. And honestly, he didn't even know if he should leave his room.

But whatever was out there--in those halls, maybe even outside--wasn't anything more real than what Mikado had experienced. Those giant birds were as valid a threat as that shadowed doctor, and for that reason, fleeting and insubstantial as it was, Mikado took his flashlight and opened his door carefully to poke his head outside to look around. The blind spot on the right side from the bandaging was in no way less disorientating, and he was unconsciously moving in jerking motions to compensate.

Darkness. Only shadows and shades. Maybe he should just stay inside.