Indy charged through the doorway with a flicker of righteous indignation, ready to demonstrate that they were exactly where he'd said they'd be, and it really was just a problem with the maps, so if the kid would just-- That was as far as he got into his mildly satisfying mental victory before it came to a crashing halt. This was not the room with the counter.
What it was was a fairly large room filled with boxes, each labeled with a name. A few of the ones close to the door looked like they'd been thrown around. Indy had never seen the room before in his life. Looking down at the map still in his hand, he struggled to match what was in front of him to one of the labels--one of the storage rooms? Patient possessions?
It didn't matter. There was only one way out of the mail room. This wasn't possible.
"Either of you ever seen this room before?" he asked in a tight voice.
Someone else with "perfect memory"? For some reason, it had been easier to believe from Lunge than from this kid. Harvey hadn't been in the mood to argue, though, as they had places to go, and so he'd followed Jones out without another word. Maybe the stranger had sleepwalked his way up the stairs or something. He really didn't care.
However, that all changed when they stepped through the door and ended up somewhere completely different. More than that, the place was foreign to him. There was no way they'd been turned around, so what the hell?
More of Landel's tricks, no doubt. That would also explain the confusion with the other patient, but that didn't mean Harvey wanted to admit that he was wrong. He didn't know how this was happening, but he felt less inclined to theorize when there was a third party around.
Glancing to Jones, the only answer he gave with a tight shake of his head. He didn't need the younger man to rub their noses into the fact that they'd been wrong. Then again, technically all of them had been wrong, but
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Allelujah ignored his surprise at entering yet another room without passing through any corridors in between, in favour of smug satisfaction and a faint smirk at the looks of surprise on the faces of his companions. He didn't often get to experience such an emotion, let alone savour it, so he was going to enjoy it now while he could.
He took a good long look around the room while the two older men were preoccupied with realising that something strange actually was going on. "Yes," he replied, glancing back over his shoulder. "Patient possessions room, second floor, far north east side of the building," he said, perhaps wanting to prove that he wasn't some foolish child a little more than he cared to let on. "Perhaps we just accidentally missed the right corridor," he added lightly.
That shared look of incomprehension with Dent was alarming; it meant that he'd never experienced what was going on here before either. This room had clearly changed in the couple of minutes (he thought; despite the unpredictability of time here, it certainly hadn't been long) since they'd left it. And not just the furniture, but the whole space, dimensions and all
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Nunnally froze in place, staring into the darkness with eyes wide as she struggled to reconcile what she knew with what she sensed. It was entirely possible that the lights had been turned off in that room after she left, but... this place didn't have the same feel. Or smell. There was none of that sickly-sweet chemical tang, the stinging odor of antiseptics -- this room smelled musty and closed off, like a room for storage.
She backed up one halting step, then another to the side, and half-collapsed against the wall next to the door. What was happening here? Was it another part of the doctor's insane experiments? She knew that was the door she'd just walked through, and yet it led somewhere else. Or did she only think that was the right door? Could she really trust her senses anymore
( ... )
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Indy charged through the doorway with a flicker of righteous indignation, ready to demonstrate that they were exactly where he'd said they'd be, and it really was just a problem with the maps, so if the kid would just-- That was as far as he got into his mildly satisfying mental victory before it came to a crashing halt. This was not the room with the counter.
What it was was a fairly large room filled with boxes, each labeled with a name. A few of the ones close to the door looked like they'd been thrown around. Indy had never seen the room before in his life. Looking down at the map still in his hand, he struggled to match what was in front of him to one of the labels--one of the storage rooms? Patient possessions?
It didn't matter. There was only one way out of the mail room. This wasn't possible.
"Either of you ever seen this room before?" he asked in a tight voice.
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However, that all changed when they stepped through the door and ended up somewhere completely different. More than that, the place was foreign to him. There was no way they'd been turned around, so what the hell?
More of Landel's tricks, no doubt. That would also explain the confusion with the other patient, but that didn't mean Harvey wanted to admit that he was wrong. He didn't know how this was happening, but he felt less inclined to theorize when there was a third party around.
Glancing to Jones, the only answer he gave with a tight shake of his head. He didn't need the younger man to rub their noses into the fact that they'd been wrong. Then again, technically all of them had been wrong, but ( ... )
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He took a good long look around the room while the two older men were preoccupied with realising that something strange actually was going on. "Yes," he replied, glancing back over his shoulder. "Patient possessions room, second floor, far north east side of the building," he said, perhaps wanting to prove that he wasn't some foolish child a little more than he cared to let on. "Perhaps we just accidentally missed the right corridor," he added lightly.
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...this wasn't the room.
Nunnally froze in place, staring into the darkness with eyes wide as she struggled to reconcile what she knew with what she sensed. It was entirely possible that the lights had been turned off in that room after she left, but... this place didn't have the same feel. Or smell. There was none of that sickly-sweet chemical tang, the stinging odor of antiseptics -- this room smelled musty and closed off, like a room for storage.
She backed up one halting step, then another to the side, and half-collapsed against the wall next to the door. What was happening here? Was it another part of the doctor's insane experiments? She knew that was the door she'd just walked through, and yet it led somewhere else. Or did she only think that was the right door? Could she really trust her senses anymore ( ... )
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