It could be that the fog's only in the hallways. [He follows suit, curbing the instinct that would have him wander the other way to find the opposite side of the hallway. He can make out a few shapes in the fog, but it's impossible to tell if they're people or machinery or something entirely different.]
But there were walls before. I found them. They have to still be here. [One hand comes up to reach right out ahead of him, blinding feeling around.]
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But there were walls before. I found them. They have to still be here. [One hand comes up to reach right out ahead of him, blinding feeling around.]