Nightshift 38: West Wing, South Hall 2-B

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As he turned the corner, Armand hesitated again. This was a long hall, and he couldn't yet see the far end. He faltered, slowing up and suddenly wanting to hide behind TK. But he managed to keep his voice steady.

"Can you explain to us--to me actually--why you seem to think you're such a terrible person? I need to know, you see, before I decide if I should invite you to help me."

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This time stuff was a huge headache. Peter wasn't sure how Hiro handled it, and he didn't know if it was an ability he'd ever get the hang of. Not that he could really practice something like that while stuck in this place.

"Sorry," he added as the hallway stretched in front of them, still dotted with blood. "It's kind of hard to explain." He took some time to glance around the area, since this was his first time up here, but it was pretty similar to the first floor. He was curious about what was behind some of the doors they were passing, but he knew they were focused on getting to a particular place right now. Maybe another night.

The fact that the hallway was empty didn't make him feel any better about the "cookie crumbs" they were following, but he gave no outward sign of it. He still had his shovel, after all. If something was waiting for them at their destination, he'd hopefully be able to do something about it.

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Huh. Well. That was a little different than looping a day over and over again, though come to think of it, it probably...worked the same way. However it was supposed to work in the first place.

"No, it's okay," Sam replied. "I think I got the gist of it."

It wasn't so much the notion itself that he was having a problem with, even if it did seem pretty far out there at first. All the lore they relied on didn't even have a third of the science involved in backing up theories of time and black holes and whatnot; this was no more impossible than using silver bullets to kill werewolves. But Peter sounded like he was suggesting some kind of parallel universe theory, and that changed everything. Finding the amulet hadn't meshed well with the possibility of Dean being here because Sam had had it, so how could Dean have it, too? But if Peter was right, if what he was saying was true, then--

This was all happening too fast. The ever-growing trail of blood wasn't helping, either. He didn't know what might've caused such a heavy wound and he didn't care; he just wanted to find the source. It'd be all kinds of ironic if he somehow got his brother only to stumble over his dead body again.

And he knew he shouldn't be letting himself believe even that much, that this probably wasn't nowhere near what he thought it might be, but...there was still a chance. That was enough. It wasn't like he had anything to lose.

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Thankful that Sam didn't need any further information, Peter let out a barely audible sigh. This night had ended up being more hectic than he'd expected - he really hadn't thought he'd be running all over the institute on what might be a wild goose chase. He wasn't sure if he would prefer it if this did actually lead to something, though. It depended on what it was.

Either way, Sam now knew that his brother might be here, and it was up to him whether he wanted to believe that or not. Peter didn't know for sure himself, of course, but the fact that the man's belongings were hanging around made it somewhat likely. If the guy was here, then hopefully Sam would run into him sooner rather than later.

Even if Nathan was gone, it would be nice to know that Sam had found his brother again, especially considering that he'd really lost him.

Realizing that it was becoming uncomfortably silent once again, Peter carefully moved around the blood (his slippers didn't need to get any more dirty) and then looked over at his roommate. "So, what are you expecting to find?" he asked, wondering if Sam really had any clue.