That's uh, that's a hell of an understatement there.
[Meg keeps looking over her shoulder as they go, nerves jangling, until she's satisfied that yes, whatever-it-was is letting them go. For now. Her relief is soon replaced with impatience at the slow going.]
For crying out loud -- this is stupid. C'mere, give me your arm. [Meg's of average height, so using her as balance shouldn't be too awkward. As ironic as the sentiment is, she really doesn't want to get caught out after dark.]
Look, I was on the ground floor, alright? I believe you. I might not have seen it, but I sure heard it. Places like this -- [she breaks off, thinking about the Voynich Hotel, and then shakes her head roughly.] I don't want to think about what the hell happened in this school.
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[Meg keeps looking over her shoulder as they go, nerves jangling, until she's satisfied that yes, whatever-it-was is letting them go. For now. Her relief is soon replaced with impatience at the slow going.]
For crying out loud -- this is stupid. C'mere, give me your arm. [Meg's of average height, so using her as balance shouldn't be too awkward. As ironic as the sentiment is, she really doesn't want to get caught out after dark.]
Look, I was on the ground floor, alright? I believe you. I might not have seen it, but I sure heard it. Places like this -- [she breaks off, thinking about the Voynich Hotel, and then shakes her head roughly.] I don't want to think about what the hell happened in this school.