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"Through the stairs, and then down a hallway," Maya said as she continued, then glanced back to see if Arthur was following. "These stairs-"
Or...not. Where had the stairs gone? Trick of the light, perhaps. Flashlight light; she'd walked right past the stairs when the beam of her flashlight had been aimed elsewhere. Of course the
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Huh. Well, he hadn't known what was past the sun room, but now was as good as ever a time to find out. No one had given him a map or anything, and he didn't even know if one was available to the patient body. Wouldn't make sense to him, but considering the weird practice of letting everyone run around in the first place... might be a few. He could always ask on the board or something, right?
For now, it was time to make his own. A asylum, as far as he knew, would probably be symmetrical. Kind of like hospitals, right? Left and right wing? They weren't all built the same, of course, but it was a nice assumption to go on. It sure would make navigating a hell of a lot easier. He wasn't counting on his good luck to start now, though. Good luck wasn't usually foretold with being kidnapped.
It was something to consider, though. Like on the other side of this hallway, there was a stairwell clearly going up to the second floor.
Might as well.
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