Box and the young lady hadn't gone so far down the hallway; she pulled her hand away from his, causing Box to quickly turn.
"You're not coming?" He asked, shifting his gaze to her and then at the darkness that lay at the end of the green litted hallway.
"I don't see why I should," she replied, taking one step back before sizing Box. "You're an academic?" She inquired, noticing red clothing behind the BodySafe suit from the tear Jamie had caused.
Box nodded to her question while gripping the tempestor as tightly as he could. He held her back when she suggested that she return to Mrs. Greyson. "Like you said; they're coming to take her away, not you," Box whispered. "They won't leave you to live."
He looked at the ceiling when the sound of distant radio and indistinct chatter danced into their ears. "And I need you to help me find another way out of here."
