Edward nodded, before his thoughts followed the pointless movement to its being missed and he said, "It is. We can leave in another few seconds."

Fourteen to be precise if the person at the end of the hall kept walking at their casual pace. But they pass fast enough even when he like to divest them from the floor to speed it up.

The empty halls and then walkway turn out to be a good plan, as does the exit. The door opening wide for a gray winter day, bright and only apparent to one of them.