theresnodoor | OOM: Part Three

A lot - a lot - of cafeterias later and Rachel and Tobias find themselves holed up in a storage closet. It had a light in it and it wasn't an air vent, with the added bonus of not seeming to be very popular with the crew. That was about all Rachel wanted to ask for just now.

Granted, a bed would also have been nice. But if she was going to start wishing like that, she may as well go all the way and demand a door back to Milliways, too.

They've gotten good at calculating time over the years. Ax did most of the work, with his literal internal clock, but they all had some sense of it. Between that and the occasional discussion of time from the people around them, Tobias and Rachel have come to an agreement about how much time has passed since they first arrived in this place.

Roughly, two days.

They're not confident enough to say forty-eight hours, either of them, but it's close enough. And while Rachel hasn't left Milliways much in that time, needing someone else's help to do it, each and every person she's discussed it with has made one thing very clear: the time limit.

If this isn't the Labyrinth, isn't Milliways at all, there is a time limit for her. The dead can't stay outside the door long and while she's heard the limit argued around others, more often than not, people agree on three days.

Seventy-two hours.

There's a storage closet, which is not much good for pacing, with a few shelves that probably aren't fantastic for perching, and around everything else they're not saying to each other, Rachel is hesitant to add this one maddeningly vague thing.

OOM: Part Three

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