Nightshift 35: Main Hall, 2-East

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The top of the stairwell led to... another hallway. It looked a lot like the one they'd just left, complete with looming shadows and a sense of impending doom. Wally was starting to get really sick of it. If he was going to have to walk everywhere at this insanely slow speed, he could at least have gotten something slightly more interesting to look at. Or course, 'interesting' in this place seemed to mean 'monsters about to kill you', so maybe he shouldn't complain that much. Besides, at least he could keep talking at Tony while walking. "So, I don't suppose you've got a weapon on you at all? In case we do get attacked?"

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"Me, either," Tony admitted. His own poor time sense worked in the opposite direction much of the time; he'd look up from something he'd been fiddling with to find half the day gone and be willing to swear it was still time for breakfast. But there was a difference between losing track of time by being engrossed in his work and simply losing time altogether. "It doesn't usually take all night to get down a hall, though. Or all day to get down a street."

He frowned down the hall, considering their choices. "And a coin," he muttered. "Guy I was with last night had a partial map. Someone probably has a more complete one somewhere, it's just a matter of finding them." And convincing them to let him make a copy, which was probably the greater trick. It would help to have something to exchange.

"My vote's for putting off having to bother with locked doors as long as possible," he decided, heading down toward the open junction.