Oh, now this was just perfect - the Manor had taken Ricky onto the Thirteenth Floor! It was a place Cambion felt relatively safe - as long as the Manor had forgiven him for depriving her of his sister and her girlfriend - but as for some defenceless little human, that was another matter entirely.
The corridor itself seemed to stretch, bending off to one side or the other, or simply going straight off into the distance - it was impossible to tell - and the doorways on either side yawned blackly, faint movement from within hinting at the Things they contained.