Bobby was struggling to breathe. A horrible, all-consuming panic gripped his throat and filled his insides with lead. Even if he couldn't be seen, he felt watched, and he couldn't slip away. Bo was behind him, he'd see.
He memorized every potential exit. The little windows high up where he couldn't be followed, the doorways that lead to places that lined up with the windows on the outside, and any real exits.
This place was creepy, too creepy, and if his body was here, he didn't want to know what this place was for.
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