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The room was dark, of course, as all the rooms were at night. But nothing immediately jumped out of the shadows and there weren't any sounds of movement (or ghosts making scary noises), so Hanatarou edged a little farther in, to near the edge of the circle of light cast by the flashlight Peter held, and examined the closest shelves. "This is it," he observed, perking up a little as he pulled a box of gloves off a shelf and held it up. "It's the right place."
If Peter even understood that. Hopefully he'd at least recognize the box and its contents and get the idea? This was going to be a little annoying, but at least they didn't need to communicate very well to say, 'hey, grab that box of bandages' or anything. It should work out... so long as nothing unpleasant decided to show up.
He hadn't just doomed them by thinking that, had he? Hopefully not. Hanatarou quickly turned back to the shelves and pulled out his pillowcase, thinking very, very hard about supplies and only supplies and what they needed to get.