NIGHT 58: Cafeteria
[From here]
The young king thanked Locke silently for holding open the door as he threw himself through, hoping that his assumption had been right. There had been none of that poison - whether it was literal or figurative - in the hall before the Sun Room, why would it be in the mess hall? Unless....
No. There were too many 'what ifs' and 'might bes'. Now was hardly the time to ruminate on them all! Cursing his stupid brain, Tolten sank down to his knees beyond the door of the Sun Room. He didn't care at the moment that they'd nearly reached their destination. He turned and looked through bleary eyes for Locke, praying the other man was right on his heels. He'd go back and retrieve him, if need be - Locke had gotten a stronger dose of the poison - but he rather hoped that he didn't have to.
What sort of place did this? Why?
"What...?" It was all he could manage. What madness ruled this place in truth?!?!
The young king thanked Locke silently for holding open the door as he threw himself through, hoping that his assumption had been right. There had been none of that poison - whether it was literal or figurative - in the hall before the Sun Room, why would it be in the mess hall? Unless....
No. There were too many 'what ifs' and 'might bes'. Now was hardly the time to ruminate on them all! Cursing his stupid brain, Tolten sank down to his knees beyond the door of the Sun Room. He didn't care at the moment that they'd nearly reached their destination. He turned and looked through bleary eyes for Locke, praying the other man was right on his heels. He'd go back and retrieve him, if need be - Locke had gotten a stronger dose of the poison - but he rather hoped that he didn't have to.
What sort of place did this? Why?
"What...?" It was all he could manage. What madness ruled this place in truth?!?!