NIGHTSHIFT 22: M-1 to M10 Block
"Master Raistlin?"
Pulling open another door, Bast peered into the room and sighed. This wasn't going well. Holding his lighted wand over his head, Bast stepped back out into the hallway and glanced left and then right. After wandering a little from the bathroom to here, Bast had finally remembered that he was on a mission to find and protect the Dark Lord.
The problem was that he was beginning to worry quite a bit. The longer he wasn't with the Dark Lord, the more he doubted that he'd even found the man. What if it had all been a trick? Harry Potter or Albus Dumbledore would have done that. Evil bastards.
Clutching his wand bravely, Bast headed for the next door.
"Master Raistlin?"
And Demyx thought this guy knew the way out...
Pulling open another door, Bast peered into the room and sighed. This wasn't going well. Holding his lighted wand over his head, Bast stepped back out into the hallway and glanced left and then right. After wandering a little from the bathroom to here, Bast had finally remembered that he was on a mission to find and protect the Dark Lord.
The problem was that he was beginning to worry quite a bit. The longer he wasn't with the Dark Lord, the more he doubted that he'd even found the man. What if it had all been a trick? Harry Potter or Albus Dumbledore would have done that. Evil bastards.
Clutching his wand bravely, Bast headed for the next door.
"Master Raistlin?"
And Demyx thought this guy knew the way out...