“Yeah, it’s the room,” Shinichi replied, raising an eyebrow. Maybe the guy was new, or may he just wasn’t that perceptive. It would certainly explain him not noticing another human being in the doorway if he wasn’t. The detective waited a beat for some hint of realization to show on his “attacker’s” face, but when nothing happened he continued, “It’s not supposed to be here.”
Shinichi sighed. “That door was supposed to lead to the Recreation Field. It has every other time I’ve been through it, but this time it took us…here.” How was the unspoken question, of course, closely followed by why. The detective had long since given up trying to ascribe his normal understanding of little things like “logic” and, oh, the laws of physics to this place. It just gave him a headache if he tried. Landel had mentioned “renovations” in his little pre-Nightshift post; this might very well have had something to do with that.
“Either you hit me harder than I thought, or we’re not in the right place. This looks like one of the doctors’ offices. It’s generic enough to be one.”
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Shinichi sighed. “That door was supposed to lead to the Recreation Field. It has every other time I’ve been through it, but this time it took us…here.” How was the unspoken question, of course, closely followed by why. The detective had long since given up trying to ascribe his normal understanding of little things like “logic” and, oh, the laws of physics to this place. It just gave him a headache if he tried. Landel had mentioned “renovations” in his little pre-Nightshift post; this might very well have had something to do with that.
“Either you hit me harder than I thought, or we’re not in the right place. This looks like one of the doctors’ offices. It’s generic enough to be one.”