[color=silver]"Right,"[/color] said Thomas, raising his free hand to the wall. [color=silver]"Hope we don't have to stay here long. She knows I hate this room..."[/color] he continues, referring to the caretaker. He led Katherin towards the simple bleachers situated on one side of the room. They were little more than a series of raised benches, but it would serve. On the way to them he misjudges the distance, and ends up hitting the corner of the lowest bench with his shin. Sucking in a breath through his teeth, he flexes his foot until the pain starts to fade.

[color=silver]"I was going to say we should be safe over here, but I may have spoken too soon."[/color]

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