svetlanacat6 | The Elsewhere Affair 6

“What...” Napoleon cursed. This landing was different. The pristine wall turned into a crumbling one, with dirty hand prints, holes and a hastily-sketched clock, kind of a jailbird's work. 3: 55... Without thinking, Napoleon peeped at his watch and regretted instantaneously doing that. 3: 55... he shook his head, dumbfounded. When he reached the top of the stairs, his partner had disappeared. Again. A wooden door was ajar, through which Illya had probably made his way. The Russian behaved strangely. The place made Napoleon feel uncomfortable but his partner was obviously living an exciting undertaking. The door gave way soundlessly.