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Upon hearing the report of the gun, William moves as quickly to the upper room as he can, gun drawn and ready.

William deposits his armload of clothes and begins his slow ascent back up the stairs.

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William begins grabbing articles of clothing from the hangers. "Good thinking, Irene . I can carry a few things back down on my shoulder. I would still like to keep my gun free." Having grabbed a load, he begins to limp back down the stairs. "Hold off on investigating that door until...

William advances toward the wardrobe and opens it slowly.

William lets Doug take the lead easily enough, but can't keep the shame for his injury from spreading to his cheeks in rosy blotches. He waits, gun at the ready, as Doug pushes against the trapdoor.

"I'll go first," William volunteers, and begins to gamely clomp up the stairs.

Jesus, Yock. So sorry to hear that. We don't need to lose any more role-players these days, or we'll become a society of PC and console gamers. That would be terrifying. My thoughts are with you and hope you enjoy the best in care.

Thanks, Yock. Been wondering, myself.

"I'll accompany you ladies, if you can handle a bit of slowness." William knocks on his hollow leg and chuckles, "Stairs aren't exactly my friends, these days."

William nods in assent. "I think that we should definitely check upstairs. But we should beware. It would take more than a couple of chaps to do something this complicated and evil, I believe. Be on the lookout for at least four."

William nods at Irene. "You're right, of course. My apologies." He strips the naked man of the coat and hands it to Irene.

William averts his eyes while the women are dressed, instead draping his coat over a naked man. His eyes keep shifting to the exits, ready at any point to defend the prisoners.

William demurs on the herding activity, stating, "We need someone to hold a weapon in case we need to protect our rear." He prepares to follow the entire party.

William steps back from the man he is addressing and leans his cane against the wall. He shoves his handgun into his trouser's waist and begins to remove his coat. Addressing Florence, he asks, "How long do you think they've been down here?"

"Perhaps they've been drugged," William suggests, "They have the look of some soldiers I've seen under a morphine haze." He limps into the cell, approaching a male and says, "How long have you been here? Who did this to you?"

Upon seeing the pitiful examples of humanity behind the wall, William recoils at first, recovers, then heads over to stand behind John . As he tries to make eye contact with any of the prisoners within the cell, he occasionally glances down to watch as John works on the lock. "If you find it di...

William ponders aloud, "I suppose this may be an exit to some sort of butcher's shop. That could at least explain the accoutrements that lie behind us."

William considers the human remains in the previous bins, but holds his tongue, not wanting to contribute to Florence's worries. He moves toward the door to the right, leaning heavily against his cane now. Damn you, Bill, he chastises himself, Why did you have to finish all of your liquor in one go...

Clearly relieved at the commonplace pantry, William chuckles ruefully and turns toward the now more ominous archway full of rubber stripping. "If someone will please light my way?" He limps toward the unknown.