[On the one hand: She shouldn't. She knows full well that this could not possibly be the skull the man is asking for. On the other...he was a bit of an ass, she was feeling perverse, and it would give Murry something to do other than sit and tell stories. She'd broached the subject, managed to convince Murry to remain still and silent for as long as possible once she'd wrapped him in a small tarp, tucked the bundle under her arm, and made off for Community house two. Five levels, but. It was a little easier to manage now. Spending two days at that level had lessened the blinding terror somewhat.
A short walk, a jog up the stairs, and a moment to knock on the door. She kept her face straight. Any anxiety could be explained by her phobia.]
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A short walk, a jog up the stairs, and a moment to knock on the door. She kept her face straight. Any anxiety could be explained by her phobia.]