[coming in from
here]
Wally jogged along the hallway, his flashlight's beam dancing along the walls and floor until it briefly illuminated something which caught his attention. He slowed to a stop, laughing a little at the sensation of running, even if it was nowhere near the type of running he normally did. The hallway he was in seemed to almost become darker and more oppressive at the noise, and Wally swallowed and glanced back the way he'd come, waiting for Tony to catch up. "I think I saw something over here," he called.