Nightshift 40 - M31-M40 Hallway

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Dean's flashlight flickered as he focused it on the room's door. M31. He had a winner. Normally he'd just let himself in - either by picking the door or kicking it down - but for some reason he didn't. Instead Dean knocked, rapping the door with his knuckles and waiting to be let in. Standing here felt good - he was supposed to be here and, his new-found confidence told him, he'd report. To who and for what? Dean didn't remember quite yet but it didn't seem to bother him at all as he waited outside in the dark, keeping an eye and ear out for anything that went bump in the night and needed to get bumped back. All the aches and pains from the last couple of nights here ceased to bother him as much as they had earlier: the cuts, the bruises, the bandages, everything took a backseat to getting into M31 and answering that compulsion.

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Re: M34

[purgatio]

Everything had receded to a silent drone; the buzz of his blood rushing through his veins drowning out all other noise. His thoughts had slowed to a stop, the pounding of two heartbeats crushing everything else inside of him. Silence. Something throbbing (something breaking); some hope being denied, crushed underfoot.

Albedo shifted slowly to his knees, leaning over Rubedo. "No," he said. "I don't think that's true." He leaned his weight to the left, raising his right hand off the bed. "Because you left me."

But he was already alone by that time. Rubedo had left him far before that.