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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He'd just about settled on a direction when Damon decided to choose for him. Of course Damon would. Stefan watched his brother saunter past him down the righthand way, but not two seconds passed before Stefan was following after — a couple steps behind, as Damon had been following him. There was the temptation to ask his brother what was doing (his compulsive need to voice the obvious questions, as Damon would put it), but Stefan kept silent.

All day, he'd been making it a habit to put his trust in the people here when they spoke to him of incomprehensible things. Maybe it was time to extend that same trust to the person he'd known the longest. After all, Damon would actually have some idea of where Elena was housed, seeing how he'd run into her last night. His brother might like to play games with him, but Stefan didn't believe that Damon would toy with him on this matter. Not right now.

And if there were dangerous creatures slinking around the shadows, the least he could do was guard Damon's back as he lead the way to Elena. The two of them moved swiftly through the hallways — not half as swiftly as they could at full strength, but Stefan would take what they could get. He'd been right about the main hallway being a gathering place, but Damon didn't stop, and neither did Stefan. Still, it was strange. He saw quite a few people wearing the grey Landel's uniform, and yet more people wearing... stranger things. But no nurses, no orderlies... and no monsters.

None except the two of them. Damon turned and stopped before the entrance of what was evidently another patient block. Stefan eyed his brother when he abruptly turned and gestured him through. Did Damon not know the rest of the way? Or was it something else?

It didn't matter. If Elena was here, that was enough. "Thank you," Stefan answered shortly, and took the lead.

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