Nightshift 49: Male Nurse Prep Area

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Fully expecting to be charging out into rain, Gant was thoroughly disappointed when he felt not a downpour but just another wave of dizziness. Stumbling in the dark, he struggled to right himself and regain any composure he might have had left before Lana followed after him. Blinking, he gripped the flashlight in one hand and the candlestick in the other. Then he took a deep breath and looked around.

A tile floor, but not a bathroom or a kitchen. From what he could spot in the dim light the room was set up like a lounge. Yep, definitely not outside yet. He had almost been looking forward to the onslaught of rain. Then he would have at least had the option of just running away into the night. But no. They were once again somewhere they hadn't expected to end up. He had just about had it with the delusions, though he hid it with a smile. It was like this whole place was determined to make him lose his cool. Well, he wasn't going to falter again any time soon if Gant had any say in the matter.

"Don't suppose we're any closer to your sister now, are we?" Gant asked his old partner, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in his voice.

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The Scarecrow kept his eyes on the ground as he stepped through the doorway, not expecting to see the street and the rain and the wandering shadows that should have been just outside the building. Surely enough, he took one step across the threshold, closed his eyes reflexively to fight back the dizzying feeling that the room was moving all around them, and when he opened them again, they were anywhere but the streets of Doyleton.

He stopped, his feet still moving in place to help him keep his balance. He nearly leapt from his skin when he caught sight of a mirror along one of the walls, thinking the person in the reflection was possibly one of the Wizard Landel's minions. Then again, he was always a little startled by his own reflection: he wasn't used to seeing the person on the other side.

Turning from the mirrors, the Scarecrow stayed near Remy and Kibitoshin. "I don't think this room looks much better than the last one," he said grimly.

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Even though he knew by now it wasn't going to happen, part of Kibitoshin was still expecting to be met with rain drumming down on his shoulders and that hideous, guttural moaning sound as they stepped out of the front door. His heart was even starting to thud a little.

But, thank goodness, he really was being irrational. Instead there came that same old wave of nausea, and then suddenly they were standing in another room. Back in the Institute? It could very well be- it looked like some sort of cloakroom almost, with lockers and mirrors against two of the walls.

"I don't think so, either," he agreed, shaking his head slightly. "I mean, there might be something here, but I don't really like the idea of going through the nurse's things..." Not only because they were twice his size, either- it was just wrong!

He clenched his fists, turning to the door again. "There has to be somewhere useful this door can take us. Come on, let's try again." He opened the door again- pull, not push, as he discovered a moment later- and marched back through purposefully.

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Lana flinched.  It was most visible in the way the crisp circle of light form her flashlight dipped form a small table down to the floor, before snapping back up in a slightly overcompensated jerk.  No.  She could not allow him to rattle her.

She cleared her throat.  "Quite the contrary.  From the decor, I'd say we're several miles closer, albeit not as close as we were before this," she paused, her hands tracing out formless shapes with flashlight and candlestick as she hunted for a word that fit the enormity of the situation.  "This...fiasco."  It was not nearly a strong enough word for what could be happening to Ema, all alone out there.  Would she think Lana had abandoned her?  It wouldn't be an unreasonable assumption.  

Lana shook her head.  Someone had to focus on figuring out what was going on, and if Damon wasn't up to it, that left her.  She turned and paced across the small room, finding nothing but more institutional furniture, but it gave her a chance to collect her thoughts.  Or her questions, as answers were in short supply.  

Was this happening to everyone?  Another cold lump dropped into the pile growing in the pit of her stomach.  Had any of the rescue teams made it through that door?  She hadn't seen any evidence of other people, friendly or otherwise, since they'd tried to enter the therapy hall.  Was this a normal part of the rescue process 'Javert' had neglected to mention?

That brought her to the last of the obvious questions, and to the opposite door.  She threw a deliberate glance over her shoulder at The Chief Detective over her shoulder, but said nothing as she pulled it open and went through.

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