tapped the wallsaround him experimentally. Whatever had been behind him had been difficult to make out, but had put off a decidedly unnerving energy. He sighed, remembering the trip that had senthim through, he was sure, an optical illusion (as one moment the wall had seemed to be there, and the next, he was falling her through there.
He looked down at his feet, "Which one of you IS the left I wonder?" Then he shot a last look back of the near sheer wall he'd fallen over, and started off on one of the lower corridors, eager to put distance between himself and whatever had been chasing him, and hoping that he'd run into that boy again... maybe he could tell him what was going on.
What is once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?