[black building]
[A new door is something to do, and so in Cross went, slipping the sentinels easily enough. He surveys the rows of beds with an unreadable expression, then starts down the line. His boots echo in even thumps as he walks, until something pulls him up short.]
[A few steps brings him to the bed where a pretty girl is lying, sleeping soundly, her long hair pulled up into twin buns. He bends over her, hand reaching toward her face before pulling up at the last moment. Damn collar.]