[Going too far from the main room leads to a dimmer, less colorful area. But Tim's desk is there cordoned off. Filled with all the various knickknacks and trinkets Tim would have accumulated over his entire time working at the Institute, not just the Research years. The candies Sasha kept in her desk, the spare parts of his model kits and the glue for them. Receipts from the pub with the outdoor band he went to each week with Jon. All the little things that made his time at the Institute not quite so nightmarish.
Martin, on the other hand, may hear the quiet patter of padded feet. And something hitting a wall, like it ran into it softly, controlled. Almost distinctive of an animal hunting and having found its prey.]
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Martin, on the other hand, may hear the quiet patter of padded feet. And something hitting a wall, like it ran into it softly, controlled. Almost distinctive of an animal hunting and having found its prey.]