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Night 51: West Wing, South Hall 1-B
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In contrast to the main hallway in the block behind her, this section of hallway seemed to be completely quiet. Creepily so, and dark with the sort of darkness that scared children (and, okay, maybe some teenagers who were completely mature and rational otherwise, which group definitely didn't include her) and made them jump from the center of the floor to the bed rather than step too close to the thick shadows underneath it. Minako paused a moment to turn in a complete circle, shining her light around the hallway to make certain there wasn't anything lurking... at least, not within the range of her flashlight's beam.
...yeah, okay, thinking about it too much was just going to freak her out, wasn't it. Minako sniffed and flipped her hair back over her shoulder, looking the picture of absolute indifference just in case anything watching might care if she was worried or something, then flounced off down the hallway without a sideways nervous glance. She did, of course, remain entirely alert and listening for sounds of movement, but that was kind of habit by now.
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In contrast to the main hallway in the block behind her, this section of hallway seemed to be completely quiet. Creepily so, and dark with the sort of darkness that scared children (and, okay, maybe some teenagers who were completely mature and rational otherwise, which group definitely didn't include her) and made them jump from the center of the floor to the bed rather than step too close to the thick shadows underneath it. Minako paused a moment to turn in a complete circle, shining her light around the hallway to make certain there wasn't anything lurking... at least, not within the range of her flashlight's beam.
...yeah, okay, thinking about it too much was just going to freak her out, wasn't it. Minako sniffed and flipped her hair back over her shoulder, looking the picture of absolute indifference just in case anything watching might care if she was worried or something, then flounced off down the hallway without a sideways nervous glance. She did, of course, remain entirely alert and listening for sounds of movement, but that was kind of habit by now.
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The walk to the women's block was familiar to the Doctor, but in all the trips he'd made to it looking for Donna, he'd never actually set foot past the entrance. He would arrive, wait, and then move on once Donna had appeared. This time, however, he knew Donna's room number. This time he would go straight to her room instead of wondering whether or not they'd accidentally miss each other in the dark.
Nevertheless, he kept an eye out for anyone ginger as he entered the block, just in case.
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There was no Donna in the hall where they usually met, either. The whole thing was slowly making less and less sense to the Doctor, and he couldn't help but feel that he'd missed something, something obvious. Something that Donna would have noticed, if she hadn't been missing. Something that Martha would have noticed, if she'd been there. Something that Rose would have noticed.....
But whatever it was, he couldn't put his finger on it right now. Donna wasn't here, and now Dean would be the only one waiting on him. Putting one foot in front of the other, the Doctor started back towards the other hall. He could think on the way, and then sort this whole thing out after seeing Dean.
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