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of the night. Surely they never had that many things to do at night?
    As he considered how sleepy he was and what they were up to, and then thought of other situations that they had done and of them awaking him in the middle of the night, and as he recalled situations he gasped as he suddenly realized that he could hear sounds emerging from somewhere further ahead, and he gasped even more when the sounds seemed to magnify and turn to being blared out.
    It then mildly amused him as he recalled a similar situation, and he also realized that the sounds reminded him of his dream, but he could not notice any connection and why it did.
    “What hell happened?” Mitchell moaned, rushing up the corridor, after being awakened by something and seeing them rushing towards something.
    He slapped his face trying to awaken himself further, vaguely looking like he had a slight hangover, and he recalled him taking alcohol from the helicopter.
    As they approached a region of the corridor that they heard the sounds at their loudest the disturbance seemed as if it had different states to it and regularly altered, and Bryson imagined it as a warp through in space and time causing many different things to occur and create sporadic sounds about the castle, and in his dream he wondered if he had seen inside the warp itself (and the castle lay somewhere beyond it, being one of the locations connected to it throughout space and time).
    Yet even if it was a warp he still never knew what it was or what was happening, what created it, and why the things in the wood were there! Did the things, whatever they were, become part of the disturbance while near it, when it automatically opened?
    Three scientists rushed up to Merton and Mortimer and they began discussing the occurrences and situation, and the three scientists rushed back to get equipment and more of the scientists.
    Merton and Mortimer stood listening to the sounds trying to establish things and where they were mainly emerging.
    Some sounds came screaming at them with fury and sometimes as though things were trapped in some form of field.
    The scientists rushed back and forward setting up their new equipment, connecting the equipment along that region of the corridor. 
    “What do think?” Merton carefully asked him, leaving Bryson with little to say.
    He gave Bryson the impression that they might be going to do something or come to a conclusion.
    Mortimer also gave him the impression, which would normally have confirmed it, but things were different there and they were not fully themselves!
    Bryson started to realize the implications of things and that they might have to check what was there and things of great danger!
    Mortimer quickly told the other scientists: “Investigate all these walls, floor and roof ...”
    Bryson suddenly felt deep tiredness and wished that he had stayed in bed, and was asleep.
    Why were they not tired like him? What had they been doing when they heard the sounds?
    In the darkness at the end of the corridor two figures came rushing towards them from the stairs – resembling a sort of dream view to Bryson in his sleepy state – and the figures turned out to be two of Mitchell’s men, who were on guard below, and they whispered things in Mitchell’s ear.
    Mitchell’s face turned frantic, and he was desperate to do something, and he rushed away with the two men to where the men had been, and to the stairs.
    “What are they up to?” Merton muttered, staring, bewildered.
    “This place is a hell of a place!” Bryson mumbled.
    Bryson watched drifting currents of snowflakes blow about a room window, and he realized that he really felt like going to bed. It had been a long day and the next day could even be longer, and he watched Mortimer rush away after them to the stairs, and he wondered what he was missing. Even though he had done what he felt like doing – rush away – but in the opposite direction – to his bed, and without saying anything.
    Why were they