It wasn't until the intercom crackled to life, heralding the end of day and beginning of night, that Yue realized he'd spent the dinner shift unconsciously tensed and waiting for the door to open. There was no reason for it, nothing to indicate that he'd be chosen again for their "sleep studies," simply because two weeks ago it had happened. He flexed his newly-restored wings, stretching them as far as he could within the confines of the small room before folding them against his back again, and forced himself to think about the intercom messages rather than foolish and baseless worries.

The threat of visitors wasn't a terribly alarming one; he hadn't had a vistor the week previous, and those who visited him before that were now here in the Institute with him. The comments about "reconstruction," however -- were they planning to alter the layout of the building? Or something more ominous? Yue had no doubts that Landel would do anything and everything possible to make things difficult for his captives, and the threat made him all the more eager to find Sakura and make sure she was safe.

He paused only long enough to tuck his pillowcase in his waistband, just in case he might need it, and take up his mostly-useless flashlight before heading out the door.

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