Shawn opened the door with an expression of complete disbelief, "Cor, I love ya! Er, uh. Yeah." Embarrassed, Shawn grabbed Raksha's hand and led her into the back hallways of The Gardens. He stayed slightly crouched and walked on the balls of his feet. Neither of them made a sound as they went.
He took her down three corridors before he stopped at a junction. He looked left and then right. He placed his finger tips to his forehead, his thumbs at the base of each side of his jaw, and covered his face. He breathed out frustrated as he tried to remember which way to go. Suddenly he heard the jingle-jangle of keys. He moved his hands away from his face, but kept them in the air as he stared blankly ahead.
"****, we have company! Where is he coming from? Where is he coming from?" Shawn shut his eyes again concentrating on the sound, hands still frozen in the air. He points upwards with his right hand, trails it to behind them, swings it around to his right, and jets it across his chest and points left.
"He's coming from that way. C'mon!" Shawn bolted down the corridor to his right, testing the handles of the doors. Finally he found an open door. "Yes!" he loudly whispered with relief. He ushered Raksha into the room and shut the door behind them.
((I'll let you decide where we end up.))
