((This should be interesting. I agree, let's just wait and see how this plays out. Psychos on the run would be fuuuuun.))
<Alright then. Follow me,> Tora said to Rowan, and began to make her way to the attic.
As she approached the attic, the hallways of the Asylum around Tora were suddenly replaced with the dank walls of the tunnels that ran underneath. She sighed in annoyance, but fortunately she knew the area where she was well enough that she could find her way to the attic anyway. She moved slowly, knowing that if she walked into a wall in her hallucinating state, she wouldn't even be able to feel it.
And she recognized the area that she was seeing around her, as well. She'd been there a couple times, and even before she'd ever been there, she had
seen the Asylum's underground tunnels.
Tora knew this facility better than anyone else ever could, for she could literally see it through the wardens' minds. Anywhere anyone else had ever been, or thought about, she knew. And, as she had come to realize the previous day, this would make her a very valuable asset to any escape attempt.
Tora's vision cleared, and she saw Zoshonel and Taxi, already discussing escape plans. She stepped cautiously into the attic, her stalk eyes on the lookout for trouble, as if expecting an attack at any moment.
She was afraid. She knew she could not afford to be caught. If she tried to escape, and failed . . . well, that had happened once before, actually. All it took was once, and Tora was too afraid to try again for years afterward. The Andalite was altogether too easy to punish, even to torture. All one had to do was
think of something painful, and Tora would be wracked with all-too-real pain.
Tora shivered, remembering that terrible day, the last time she had tried to escape. But she forced those thoughts out of her head. She wouldn't fail this time.
((BTW, for future reference, try not to assume that someone is already somewhere when they haven't actually gotten there yet . . . ))
