No. [ The answer is short, as is the sound of the binder as he drops it on the desk.
The edges of the room darken. The water rises, slowly churns. Glowing orbs populate under the tide, peer out from beneath the surface. Black tendrils writhe in the dark, emanating from where Stephen's robes meet the surface of the water. ]
Follow me. We're leaving. [ Stephen raises one hand, flicks his wrist forward. The water parts and displaces toward the walls of the room, then creates a path down the hallway in front of them. He marches forward, boots squelching on wet carpet.
No sign of the tendrils in the water, or the glowing eyes. Even so, as Stephen proceeds toward the building's entrance, it feels like they're not alone. ]
no subject
The edges of the room darken. The water rises, slowly churns. Glowing orbs populate under the tide, peer out from beneath the surface. Black tendrils writhe in the dark, emanating from where Stephen's robes meet the surface of the water. ]
Follow me. We're leaving. [ Stephen raises one hand, flicks his wrist forward. The water parts and displaces toward the walls of the room, then creates a path down the hallway in front of them. He marches forward, boots squelching on wet carpet.
No sign of the tendrils in the water, or the glowing eyes. Even so, as Stephen proceeds toward the building's entrance, it feels like they're not alone. ]