[Running for the basement feels like leaping from the train all over again. Determination and a descent, and the knowledge that at the end of wherever she's running will be Adrian, waiting for her, and — this time she's far more conscious of it than she was the last — probably in a state of absolute disarray. There's no waiting, no holding back. She knows the priorities as well as Trevor does. Adrian first, and then everything else.
She's halfway down the stairs when they run into Agatha, who is on her way up less because she intends to quit the figurative field and more just because it's impossible to be downstairs at this point, between Dracula's ire raging and the force of his presence rocking the foundations from below. It would be madness to try and get down there before the shockwaves have abated.
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She's halfway down the stairs when they run into Agatha, who is on her way up less because she intends to quit the figurative field and more just because it's impossible to be downstairs at this point, between Dracula's ire raging and the force of his presence rocking the foundations from below. It would be madness to try and get down there before the shockwaves have abated.
Sypha's damn well prepared to try anyway.]