As they reached the door, it finally occurred to Forte that it had only been raining harder and harder as the day went on, and it was actually nice to have changed out of the soaked field trip clothes into the dry uniform. But, pouring rain or not, it too late to back down, and he followed Sechs out the door...
...and into another room.
There was a moment of confusion, and his senses were definitely not giving valid input, and then he was in a dark but dry room.
What?
He tried to come up with a response to Sechs's inquiry.
"What?"
He shone his light around, determining that the only exit was the one they had entered through.
"This shouldn't be here. I went through that door before," he turned back, seeing that the door had shut itself somehow, even though he hadn't touched it. "it led outside, to the track and field."
He turned the light back on the room - too much furniture casting shadows to be sure nothing was lurking. It looked like another generic room of the institute, with several chairs and bland decorations, just not one he'd seen before. Of course, none of these observations helped with his main problem with the room.
no subject
...and into another room.
There was a moment of confusion, and his senses were definitely not giving valid input, and then he was in a dark but dry room.
What?
He tried to come up with a response to Sechs's inquiry.
"What?"
He shone his light around, determining that the only exit was the one they had entered through.
"This shouldn't be here. I went through that door before," he turned back, seeing that the door had shut itself somehow, even though he hadn't touched it. "it led outside, to the track and field."
He turned the light back on the room - too much furniture casting shadows to be sure nothing was lurking. It looked like another generic room of the institute, with several chairs and bland decorations, just not one he'd seen before. Of course, none of these observations helped with his main problem with the room.
"This shouldn't be here. How did we get here?"