Marcie leaned against the wall and crouched down. "I need to rest. We've been going for at least an hour and still no sign of my bathroom."

Darren glanced nervously up and down the hall before nodding. "Sure, we can rest for a little bit. But not too long. We're too vulnerable out here."

"When you were suggesting that my father might--"

He raised a finger and cocked his head in the direction from which they had come.

"Really, are you going avoid the question again by playing the 'Wait, I Hear Monsters' card?"

He didn't respond to her question, but remained staring down the hall into the darkness. After a few moments, he shrugged and looked back at her. "Must be getting myself spooked."

"Must be."

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