[Clyde listens for the footsteps, for anything out in the hallway, but perhaps the door is thick enough to blot out the sounds. All he can hear is his breathing, Adele's breathing, the thrumming of his heart in his ears, the dripping of a leaky faucet, and...
Schlup.
His gaze darts to the mirror, his eyes wide and face ghostly pale with the flashlight turned away from him. He just manages to spot it--something thick squeezing through a partly-open ventilation grate near the ceiling, sliding into the shadows by the furthest stall.
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Schlup.
His gaze darts to the mirror, his eyes wide and face ghostly pale with the flashlight turned away from him. He just manages to spot it--something thick squeezing through a partly-open ventilation grate near the ceiling, sliding into the shadows by the furthest stall.
His hand closes on her arm.]
A-Adele...