Night 49: Mail Room
[From here.]
Subsequently, the two fell rather than walked into their next room. Peter gasped for breath, overwhelmed by the sudden temperature change, even if this was far preferable to what they'd just come out of. He ended up half on top of Sam, and had to ditch both his shovel and sack to scramble up and into a sitting position.
It was only once he was off of Sam that Peter was able to take in the room where they'd ended up. Still no pharmacy, and no file room either. He realized there was no way they'd get that lucky.
Sighing, he patted himself down, rearranged his tousled hair, and then slowly stood up and started to gather his things. They seemed to be in some kind of mail room, if the slots and big sacks were anything to judge by. Did that mean... did they get letters sent to them, and the staff just never delivered them?
But first things first. Peter glanced over to Sam. "You all right?"
Subsequently, the two fell rather than walked into their next room. Peter gasped for breath, overwhelmed by the sudden temperature change, even if this was far preferable to what they'd just come out of. He ended up half on top of Sam, and had to ditch both his shovel and sack to scramble up and into a sitting position.
It was only once he was off of Sam that Peter was able to take in the room where they'd ended up. Still no pharmacy, and no file room either. He realized there was no way they'd get that lucky.
Sighing, he patted himself down, rearranged his tousled hair, and then slowly stood up and started to gather his things. They seemed to be in some kind of mail room, if the slots and big sacks were anything to judge by. Did that mean... did they get letters sent to them, and the staff just never delivered them?
But first things first. Peter glanced over to Sam. "You all right?"