Page 117 of Endgame

The light is still on down here, and they’ll see.

I jolt into motion toward the nearest light switch, hoping it will turn the lights off before someone sees them glowing beneath the hallway door. I slap it off, but the lights stay on, and I reel. Frantically search around me. There isn’t another one.

Oh God. Oh God.

Panicked, I start for the stairs but stop. There’s no way they wouldn’t hear me going up them to turn the light off.

I’d be caught.

What do I do?

The door at the top of the stairs swings open, and I die a little inside. This can’t be happening. It can’t be.

So, I do the only thing I can think of…

I hide.

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