She only managed to catch a glimpse of white hair as Soma left. Mele realized she had gotten to her feet, fists clenched.

Slowly, she made herself release the tension, settling back onto the bed.

Mele hadn't mentioned Rio-sama. Not this time.

Soma had read her mind.

Crap. Crap crap crap it wasn't even a question, Mele needed to leave this room. Right now.

Reaching beneath her pillow in imitation of Soma reaching under her own, she found a flashlight and, checking to make sure it worked, flung the door open and stepped out.

Once out, Mele aimed the flashlight at both ends of the hallway, but there was no Soma in sight.

Biting her lip and wondering if she had really aimed to catch up to Soma, Mele spent another few seconds looking up and down the hall.

After a moment, on a whim, Mele shined the light backwards on the door she'd just exited. She noted the letter-number combination she saw as she closed the door--F9, probably the name of the room. She could always come back, then, (even though right now she couldn't imagine wanting to, not anytime in the near future), if something happened and she needed to. Or maybe she just needed the comfort of knowing something.

Mele picked a direction at random and headed into the gloom.