Night 37: M81-90 Hallway

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A part of Ken couldn’t deny wanting to stay in for the night, as opposed to traversing outside and keeping his obligations. Between the arrival of the seniors and the revelation at lunch, the day had completely overwhelmed and undermined any desire to mobilize. Sleep sounded very good at the moment.

Maybe he could ask to be dismissed, perhaps after the S.E.E.S. had their meeting. No one would mind a half-night’s rest.

The boy quickly gathered up the container of juice and cans of corn in one hand and the spear in the other. His first stop was close enough to warrant a bag-less transport. Plus, he didn’t want to explain a random pillowcase if he could help it. With everything in place, Ken moved.

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Wonka looked up from the remains of dinner, surprised that the voice coming from the Intercom was not that of the man he had heard all day - nor a twisted characature of him, as the other patients seemed to have indicated. The woman's explantation of Doctor Landel's absence helped, of course, but that still left the question of who this woman was. An aide, perhaps? Or maybe the "radio voice", undercober by day? Wonka pondered the topic for a few minutes, until a burst of static, followed by the second half of the announcement, served to clarify things further. The woman was definitely an aide or employee, speaking for the "good Doctor," if a bit sympathetically.

Well, no matter. The doors had unlocked, and that was Wonka's signal to get going! He sprang up from his chair, and after locating the flashlight from beneath his pillow, he picked up the notebook in which he had hidden his map, gave a tip of his nonexistant hat to Mr. Brook, and stepped out the door.

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