The halls were empty and there was nothing really interesting around - not even in the stairwell - but William figured that being thorough would at least eat up the time they had. He paced out into the hall and listened for anything coming from the doors, because often times, people kept their traumas behind a wall. Sounds, flickering lights, pungent smells ... those were the things that really gave people away. Though he really would prefer it if they did something stupid like fall through the door.
"That'd be the best possibility." Which, of course, meant he was pretty much advocating whatever happened to happen to himself. He was prepared. But after his years he figured there wouldn't be much this place could throw at him that he hadn't already seen worse of. Then again, he'd never woken up headless. "Just hope whoever's causing all the problems stays stupid and keeps working at night even knowing we're out here." His gun rested at his side, comforting despite its chill.