"The same to you," he replies, watching as her figure dims and then fades out. Alone in the hallway, he looks down to either end of the corridor and isn't sure if he's supposed to go looking for her siblings, or if they'll find him.

He rubs the back of his neck with one hand, pulling in a deep breath to steady his heart and head.

"Now's not the time for a breakdown, Scurlock," he mutters to himself.

The festive colored bulbs that line the hallway's ceiling then flicker, glowing brighter...