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Methos hears a door slam somewhere on his floor. He'd been just on the verge of sleep when it happened, so his mind manages to conjure up all manner of unpleasant reasons for the noise.
He jolts up, grabs the sword, and pokes his head out, looking down the hall for the trouble.
He jolts up, grabs the sword, and pokes his head out, looking down the hall for the trouble.