It's so quiet. It's bringing up unpleasant memories of the Dark Zone. If music starts playing, she's turning tail and running straight out to the outfield. Screw that.

"Maybe they didn't think of it?" The excuse sounds hollow to her own ears. They're a few yards down the hallway when something clangs in the distance. Lindianne pauses mid-step. "...Did you hear that?"

It wasn't the sound of the pipes freezing.

There's a long silence. Then, from down the hall, there are the echos of sneakers squeaking on bare concrete.

"Shit-! Guess we're not alone."