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I run down a wet, damp cement corridor. Six black pipes line the far walls. I pass a few doors on the right, all securely locked. Light comes from bulbs enclosed in glass in the ceiling. The tunnel bends to the right. Being the spot with the old lady is lost to sight, I look back. She is gone. I continue on, slower. I keep the cat cuddled in my shirt for extra warmth. She is purring. Soon I see one of the expected doors on the right...but it is cracked open just a bit.
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