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Nightshift 45: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[From here]
Tyki headed through the double doors into the next hallway, still not seeing anything or anyone around this place. The area was still as empty and boring as ever. He'd almost wish for the head doctor to switch around the lay-out of the place a bit, if only it weren't for the fact that figuring out what was where would be a real pain. Especially on the rare occasion he would need to be somewhere, and considering the guy's excellent sense of timing...
[To here]
Tyki headed through the double doors into the next hallway, still not seeing anything or anyone around this place. The area was still as empty and boring as ever. He'd almost wish for the head doctor to switch around the lay-out of the place a bit, if only it weren't for the fact that figuring out what was where would be a real pain. Especially on the rare occasion he would need to be somewhere, and considering the guy's excellent sense of timing...
[To here]
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As he moved down the hall with long, graceful steps, Howl began to idly explore the pockets of his coat. His mind was wandering more than he liked, but it was far too easy to remember Sophie tending to this very same suit with deft fingers. He would catch glimpses of her, forever busy, as he came and went. The comforting sight of Sophie at work had become as much of a staple as being the target of her temper. She really had made the suit better, and he knew why. The cloth had radiated with magic after she was done with it, stitched right into the seams. Sophie hadn't even realized what she had done, and Howl hadn't seen reason to tell her.
Howl couldn't feel that magic anymore. Either it was gone, or he was too crippled to sniff it out. Both prospects depressed him terribly. He was not above looking this gift horse in the mouth if the complaints involved a lack of magic.
However, he could feel something tiny and hard in his breast pocket. He let out a small, victorious laugh to discover the single jewel earring he had grown so accustomed to wearing. It was enough cause to pull over to the side of the hallway for a moment, and setting down his supplies, he easily placed the earring. He had done it so many times, it was one thing he didn't need a mirror for. (Still, he would have appreciated one.)
When he walked, he could feel the jewel bump against his jaw in a familiar, reassuring way.
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