Nightshift 37: West Wing, North Hall 1-B

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Only a few more hallways to go. It seemed almost too quiet, as he stepped through the hallways. That could mean that it was just early, of course, but it could mean that something was there in the shadows.

Oh, well. If there was, Akihiko would just take it down. It wasn't too much of a worry.

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Once back inside, he slammed the door shut and pressed himself against the wall, waiting for his heartbeat to come back into the healthy range. His eyes were screwed shut.

He needed to get the fuck out of this place. Wake up, call Bart, and go drink beer and tell him about the freaky-ass dream he'd had. Listening to other people talk about their dreams was probably the dullest way to spend an evening, but he'd buy the fucking beer. Six-packs at the store, so they could take it home and mix it with some nice long drags off a hefty bag. And besides, it was Bart. He'd listen to anything if there was beer. Hell, he liked Pöyzen Böyzen.

When he opened his eyes, the hallway was still there. Damn. To cover the fact his knees still felt a little rubbery, he double-checked his detour route. That didn't kill as much time as he'd hoped, but waiting around wasn't going to fix anything. If he wanted to go that route, he should head back out and let whatever-that-was eat him and be done with it. One last deep breath, and he was moving again.

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