Night 47: East Wing, Hall 2-A

[vitale]

( from here. )

Bella trailed her hand against the wall and down the hallway, mentally counting the number of doors as she passed them. She didn't want go miss the door and go into the wrong one and waste even more time. She was going to be in enough trouble as it was.

One, two, three ... four, her hand lingered on the fourth door, and she lifted

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[vitale]

On the count of three, Bella sprinted towards the as fast as she could, curving her body so she could crash into the door with her shoulder. In response, the door budged slightly, but didn't yield. She'd just have to keep trying

[vitale]

( falling into here. )