Sep 14, 2009 09:25
The escorting from his unusual cell back through the crowd of people was bizarre enough.
It made returning to the door Carlisle had entered to arrive here, opening it, seeing the utter quiet and dank of familiar tunnels, jarring.
He walks through the door expecting another cell.
Carlisle is standing in the hallway. Outside of his former cell door.
He starts to run.