With Kratos at the end and Castiel taking the doors at the beginning, the middle felt natural enough to Lloyd for him to head to a door without prompting. Skipping the first door on his right, he checked the knob on the next one. Locked. With a quick adjustment of his grip on his sword, concentrating to make sure he had a good grip despite the lingering numbness in his fingers, he raised his sword and struck the door knob hard with the hilt. It took him two strikes to break through.

The room beyond looked like someone's bedroom, or maybe a small apartment room. Lloyd poked his head in, shining his flashlight around for any sign of a warp pad or the archives they were trying to find. Nothing was immediately visible, though. Lloyd frowned, debating whether to step inside and search every corner, then shook his head. So far, the warp pads had all been plain to see. They could always come back and search deeper if none of the other rooms seemed promising.

The next room, once he'd broken the lock, looked pretty similar to the first. This time, though, the light from his flashlight reflected off a clear and familiar circle raised on the floor in the corner. Lloyd pulled his head back and raised his voice as loud as he dared.

"Kratos. Castiel. In here!"

He waited only a moment before heading in.

[To here.]