After dressing, Armand tried to put everything Badou did out of his mind. When the lights went out, he was prepared with notebook and pens in one pocket and the remains of a doorknob with a folded pillowcase in the other.

These nighttime treks in the dark terrified him. He was always so happy to see his friends in their usual meeting spot. He stepped into the hallway and started. Unless he ran into trouble of some sort, this was one of the trips he could do with his eyes closed. It wasn't like he could see much with them open anyway.

[gone down the halls to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/454507.html)]