Night 48: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

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Another hallway, which meant that he needed to slow his steps to a jog and turn on his flashlight. His light shifted over the walls quickly, up, down, around him, and even toward the floor, as if little black heads with yellow beady eyes would suddenly pop out and attack him. Though he didn't have any idea what most of the monsters looked like here, Riku doubted that he would see anything like the heartless. They may have the Darkness to change Kairi completely, but it didn't seem like the type of thing they would use against their patients. Making them into heartless would only be useful in the situations where Nobodies might be involved. Some people here might be strong in heart, much like Sora had been, much like Kairi had been, but he doubted that would be the intended result of their experiments. No, they were probably going for something else.

But what?

Riku shook his head uncertainly before he picked up his pace again. Nothing seemed to be clear. Not even the Darkness of this place seemed like that Darkness, even as he tried to see if it was the same way. But with every aspect of him feeling relatively weaker, it was no surprise he couldn't really check, couldn't really differentiate to tell for certain. He also knew there was a possibility that his senses were weakened. That would slow him down more, but they didn't bother to remove his experience or knowledge. Those were still things Riku pocketed and kept. They were what would help him help his friends.

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It was true they needed to broaden their knowledge concerning the facility's layout. While Spock had certainly seen patient-made drawings of the area, there was only one way to verify their authenticity. Not only that, but they were still in need of more supplies. Consequently, Spock was not opposed to moving on until they heard any more messages from over the radio. That was far more efficient than remaining in one place, and it would increase their chances of doing something productive regardless of whether they succeeded in locating the injured man.

The possibility that this was a trap was still not out of the question, of course, which meant they would also need to go about this cautiously.

"He may be trapped in one of the higher floors of the building," Spock said. "Particularly if the administrative offices are located there, as I suspect they are." Judging from the messages they had heard, it sounded as though the staff had engaged him in some way. Unless he had managed to escape outside on his own, he was likely on an upper floor.

"Perhaps it would be best to enter the second floor again and continue searching for useful areas until we hear another message," the Vulcan quietly added.

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