Nightshift 50 - M1-M10 Hallway

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Like Dean was supposed to believe the whole beaming down crap was supposed to be all for their benefit. You wanted to help someone, you didn't kidnap them from their homes - or friggen time machines like the Doctor - and then offer them great food and a pat on the head like that made it a-okay.

Whatever it was, this wasn't from the goodness of the

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Despite Goku's usual exuberance with food, the young boy couldn't finish his dinner before the lights suddenly flickered out. The woozy stuff they poked him with wasn't making the situation any better. It probably would have helped if Goku had used his knife and fork, but that just wasn't his style. Hands and teeth were all one needed to tackle a steak and long mushy stick things. They weren't as good as the bloody slice of cow that hung half in his mouth and half on his plate.

"What the...?" The steak fell from his mouth as he spoke, slapping wetly on the plate below. He tried to move the plate onto his bed, but in the blackness, Goku missed and it clattered onto the floor with him yelping in response. "I was gonna finish that..." Ah, well. There had to be food somewhere else in this place. Of course! He could just go back to the... what did that witch call it? The bacteria.

With a surprising sense of purpose, Goku slipped off the bed, collapsed once more on the linoleum tile, and staggered to the door. The next step was finding the doorknob. "Where are you...?" It was all just smooth wall and more smooth wall. Reaching a little higher, his stubby little hand hit a metal hook thing and turned it. "Ha!" He was so proud of himself.

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