Simon paused as he held onto his white flag tighter as two individuals passed by. One was rather shiny, truly and un-naturally shiny, and the other dressed in curious robes, and looked rather scruffy looking. A cold sweat went down Simon's brow as the robed man muttered some words to him. [i]I really need that light...[/i] he thought to himself as he quickly let go of the flag with his left hand, but increasing his grip with his right hand. He took the deepweed cigarette and pocketed it into the book-bag, on his back. He then quickly placed his left hand back on his white flag as he slowly trudged forth down the hallway, heading for the room where Shiloh was sure to be. [i]He has to be there. He just has to be there.[/i]