Whatever was in there had clearly frightened the life out of the caretaker – was it really something they wanted to meet?

Apparently they did. The voice did not sound overly concerning but the very fact of its existence was definitely worrying, though she couldn’t help a disbelieving smile to herself at Professor Darrow’s response. Trust him to be packing whiskey at a time like this, and perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to remain polite?

“I think we could all do with some of that,” she muttered quietly, keeping a cautious eye on the door as she spoke to her companions. “If it appeared in there, perhaps we ought to see where it came from?

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MJ made me beautiful