They walk for an hour, maybe even longer. Occasionally, they come across empty rooms and new staircases, but nothing that indicates they are approaching an end, or even approaching something that will help them find a way out of this place. It is an endless series of nothing. Just empty space and walls, and it's started to give James a headache. He feels like they are walking towards nothing, as though they could spend the rest of their lives searching, and at the end of it, they would just find another set of staircases.
Finally, he can't take it anymore. They have to do something else. Something different. After three days, it has become apparent that walking their way out of here, wasn't the way out. He stops suddenly, pacing just a little, trying to think this out the way he would any other case. "You said this place was probably a mirage..." Well, she had called it a charm, a glamour. Whatever. Something that looked like it was here, but really wasn't. "Is there a way to break that? So we can figure out where we really are?" he asks.
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Date: 2014-05-21 11:50 am (UTC)Finally, he can't take it anymore. They have to do something else. Something different. After three days, it has become apparent that walking their way out of here, wasn't the way out. He stops suddenly, pacing just a little, trying to think this out the way he would any other case. "You said this place was probably a mirage..." Well, she had called it a charm, a glamour. Whatever. Something that looked like it was here, but really wasn't. "Is there a way to break that? So we can figure out where we really are?" he asks.