Of course, in Landel's, there weas a danger associated with being first: that of also being alone. The hall that Taura and company had chosen to meet in seemed innocuous as first, inasmuch as hallways in the Institute typically were, but as the night wore on and the young woman continued to wait for her companions, the area slowly seemed to grow darker. Still, such things were hard to judge within the Institute.

Somewhat easier to judge was the appearance of dark masses of hair, seemingly growing out of the seam of wall and ceiling, that had started to crawl down towards the patient who had made herself an apparent immobile target. It moved noiselessly, save for a whisper of strands against strands here and there, spreading down towards where Taura's body made contact with the wall.