Wayne jumped up as well, grabbing his guitar and throwing the the strap over his shoulder. He walked over to the door to the outside, knowing that there was a hundred-foot dash down a painting-lined corridor between them and an empty classroom. And...
Bloody hell. The Fat Friar himself floating down the hall towards him... and through the wall to the left. Aside from the paintings, there was nothing in their way. All he needed was for Jonesie to get back...