Dane
It was a quiet trip back through the bowels of the building, into the stairs, and through the halls of the residential levels of the building. His father seemed deep in thought, and tense—but Dane was struggling to get a read on him. His face wasn't happy, yet there was something of a spring in his step that, Dane knew, heralded something his father anticipated with glee.
So, whatever he was about to learn about, whether his father liked it or not, he anticipated something he wanted to see.
Which meant either Dane was going to hate it, or someone else would.
He was so busy trying to figure out where his father's head and emotions were at, it took him until the second level of the residential to realize they were still alone. There were no staff or support anywhere.
He looked around frowning. "Where is everybody?"
