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One foot out into the corridor, and Wonka knew why flashlights were such a hot commodity here; even with the light from his door, he could barely see ten feet in either direction. He switched the flashlight on, and made a cursory check of his surroundings before continuing southward. But that "cursory check" got him thinking. Everything he'd seen that night - from the oppressive darkness, to the suddenly cracked paint on the walls, to (now that he thought about it) the eerie monotone of that lady on the nighttime announcement - it all exuded a sort of subtle malevolence, the kind that he hadn't experienced since...
...well, yesterday afternoon, actually. Which was as much proof as anything thus far that the principles behind the Institute and Minusland were, in some way at least, similar. Now what had he done to get the Elevator's glucose engine to make that jump in the first place...
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One foot out into the corridor, and Wonka knew why flashlights were such a hot commodity here; even with the light from his door, he could barely see ten feet in either direction. He switched the flashlight on, and made a cursory check of his surroundings before continuing southward. But that "cursory check" got him thinking. Everything he'd seen that night - from the oppressive darkness, to the suddenly cracked paint on the walls, to (now that he thought about it) the eerie monotone of that lady on the nighttime announcement - it all exuded a sort of subtle malevolence, the kind that he hadn't experienced since...
...well, yesterday afternoon, actually. Which was as much proof as anything thus far that the principles behind the Institute and Minusland were, in some way at least, similar. Now what had he done to get the Elevator's glucose engine to make that jump in the first place...