Night 66: Main Hallway, 1-West

[dualistic]

[From here.]

That hadn't taken long. So much so that it looked like he was the first person to make it this far. Harvey took a moment to scan the hall with his flashlight, including near the stairs, but he didn't see (or hear) much of anything. It was the sort of thing that set him on edge.

Since he couldn't do much else, he leaned himself against the wall by the stairs and then grabbed for his gun, holding it near his side as he waited. Normally he didn't take the weapon out unless he planned to shoot it, but when there was a possibility that some transformed patient might come barreling down the halls in the next few seconds, he wanted to take precaution.

Hopefully Scott and Sangamon would haul ass over here before all hell started to break loose. If things got too hairy, Harvey was ready to make a run for it on his own. That was the logical thing to do.

[Waiting for S.T.]

Comments

[dispersive]

"Uhh..." With his mouth hanging open, the redhead looked to Anise for a comment because Luke sure didn't have one. He had read a little about this river some of the patients had been writing about on the bulletin board, stating that it might have some connection to a painting or something that was hanging up in the X-Ray room.

Honestly, it sounded like it was worth a look if only because there would be others searching there and that could turn into a better brainstorming venture. It was their only lead anyway. If nothing came out of it, well... Luke didn't want to think about it. It made his palms sweat.

"I think it's our only one, but it's worth a shot! Maybe we'll learn more from another patient there. I mean, it sounded like other people were going to go..." They had followed some pretty bizarre leads in the past, why stop now?

[gald_digger]

Anise was relieved too, to see the others arrive safely. Even though she had good reason to believe Claude was going to be safe for a while, she couldn't help but worry a little anyway. Who really knew what could happen with a weird illness like this?

It looked like they were as anxious to get moving as Anise was. She had some reservations about following such a vague clue, though. "I don't know... People on the bulletin said that the surgery works. That's still an option, right?" And there was nothing more relieving than knowing something worked.

"I mean... it's not that I'm eager to go get cut open or anything, though..." she added. In truth, Anise was feeling conflicted. It would be wonderful if the clues really did lead to some special cure that was low-risk and wouldn't leave awful scars... but could they really expect such a cure to even exist? If there was anything Anise learned from watching her parents fall for scam after scam was that if something sounded too good to be true, it usually was.

"I'm okay with checking it out," she clarified. "But if we don't find anything... we might not have a lot of choices left."

[nobleman]

It didn't look like any of them had another lead to follow. While Guy had expected that, it was still disappointing, but he didn't let his shoulders sink. He had to hold strong for the others.

Anise made a point, though, and it was one he happened to agree with. They could only put this off for so long, and if she wanted to resort to surgery tomorrow night, then he wasn't going to hold it against her. "Yeah, I know. We'll see what the river has to offer, and after that we can make some concrete decisions on what to do."

Since they had nothing better to go on, it looked like they'd be heading outside. Guy didn't want to delay any longer, and so once it looked like everyone was ready, he turned and led them back up the hall.

[To here.]