[Location: House of Stairs]
When Mohinder had mentioned that he had nightmares, he wasn't kidding. They were no longer nightly, not in this place, but they were still quite frequent. And unfortunately, he was having one tonight. These dreams usually would leave the bed a wreck, blankets and sheets thrown everywhere. In his mind, he was running, running from something that he'd knew he'd become if it only caught him. The figure was dark and huge and wherever it went, spiderwebs instantly covered everything. He had to get away.
Outside of his dreams, he was moving, too, rolling...rolling right off the landing he'd been placed on, and down a flight of stairs. Mohinder woke with a yell as soon as he hit the first stair and didn't realize what was happening until his second bounce. By the time he hit the bottom he had bounced up into a standing position, shirking off the purely-detrimental sleeping bag. As that seemed to be the only immediate threat, he let himself breathe and widened his gaze.
The room, if one could call it that, was right out of an Escher drawing. There were stairs, stairs everywhere, and more importantly- stairs going in all different directions. As Mohinder blinked the sleep out of his eyes and the kink out of his neck, it became apparent that he'd just been kidnapped out of his bed and placed somewhere even more insane than 'traditional Taxon'.
"You must be joking," he said to no one in particular, annoyance permeating his tone.
Outside of his dreams, he was moving, too, rolling...rolling right off the landing he'd been placed on, and down a flight of stairs. Mohinder woke with a yell as soon as he hit the first stair and didn't realize what was happening until his second bounce. By the time he hit the bottom he had bounced up into a standing position, shirking off the purely-detrimental sleeping bag. As that seemed to be the only immediate threat, he let himself breathe and widened his gaze.
The room, if one could call it that, was right out of an Escher drawing. There were stairs, stairs everywhere, and more importantly- stairs going in all different directions. As Mohinder blinked the sleep out of his eyes and the kink out of his neck, it became apparent that he'd just been kidnapped out of his bed and placed somewhere even more insane than 'traditional Taxon'.
"You must be joking," he said to no one in particular, annoyance permeating his tone.