Fifth floor coomon room, Saturday night

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Henry was still hungry and not much more illuminated to where he was. He had found a room that looked like it was a lounge of some kind and was hoping that he'd run into someone who could tell him something.

Or, at the least, who could offer him a bite.

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"It's probably not gremlins, then," she said under her breath. The venom couldn't last that long, could it? "Are you sure your name isn't Seregil? You look like him." Coraline tilted her head, studying him. "Sort of."