Ruminating the 11th Hour

Sam hit the corner of the now open doorway into the corridor and caught herself on the pocket where the door slides up into the ceiling. She found herself in an empty hallway. Pieces of paper and bits of furniture floated soundlessly in the air to each side of her. Sam noticed a flickering blue light to one end of the hall and once again muffled voices filled her hearing. This time she was able to hit the right button to make out the sounds over the intercom.
“…the opposite way,” Sam’s mother had just finished saying.

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