The something that was here was significantly different from the something that had been here last night -- but there was one thing that these patients would find in common. Where there was no giant esophagus was forming around them, there was instead something much more subtle, much more sinister. The darkness of the hallway seemed to be growing more complete with every step, the faint moonlight seeping in from the direction of the Sun Room's skylight somehow blotting out.

Good eyes and a sharp memory might notice that the juncture of this section of the hallway and the area overlooking the Sun Room seemed just a little smaller than usual, for some reason. Even better eyes might notice that the entrance to the hallway where the M-U patients were being kept also seemed a little smaller, and ... was it shrinking?

But good eyes weren't necessary for all the patients entering the area to feel a faint chill travelling down their spines: for here was suddenly an area soaked in old blood, vicious wrongs, and a rage that had been borne of both.