Nightshift 44: East Wing, Hall A (second floor)
[from here]
If his memory was correct, then this was the hall he and Clark had gone down and found spare flashlights several nights ago.
If his memory was correct. Under different circumstances Brainiac 5 wouldn't have had any problems trusting his own mind at all, but in the dark hallway, his flashlight no longer offering any light at all, he found himself suddenly wondering how accurate his human memory was now. Had it been three doors on the left? He was 85.3762% certain, but if he was wrong...
His hand brushed against the third door and he stopped. It had been broken open last time and when his hand found the handle and twisted, he knew why. Locked. But he'd have to find a way to open it if he wanted another light. Gritting his teeth, Brainiac 5 hefted his now useless flashlight and brought it down heavily on the handle.
The first blow made a surprisingly loud noise in the empty hall, one that was only drowned out by his yelp as he managed to catch a finger between the flashlight and the handle. That hurt more than he cared to admit, but Brainiac 5 adjusted his grip, ignoring his throbbing finger, and brought the flashlight down again and again until finally, his arm aching from the effort, the handle gave way and he pushed the door open.
[to here]
If his memory was correct, then this was the hall he and Clark had gone down and found spare flashlights several nights ago.
If his memory was correct. Under different circumstances Brainiac 5 wouldn't have had any problems trusting his own mind at all, but in the dark hallway, his flashlight no longer offering any light at all, he found himself suddenly wondering how accurate his human memory was now. Had it been three doors on the left? He was 85.3762% certain, but if he was wrong...
His hand brushed against the third door and he stopped. It had been broken open last time and when his hand found the handle and twisted, he knew why. Locked. But he'd have to find a way to open it if he wanted another light. Gritting his teeth, Brainiac 5 hefted his now useless flashlight and brought it down heavily on the handle.
The first blow made a surprisingly loud noise in the empty hall, one that was only drowned out by his yelp as he managed to catch a finger between the flashlight and the handle. That hurt more than he cared to admit, but Brainiac 5 adjusted his grip, ignoring his throbbing finger, and brought the flashlight down again and again until finally, his arm aching from the effort, the handle gave way and he pushed the door open.
[to here]