[ It takes... actually, almost exactly ten minutes. Once Daniel sees that the corridor is wrong -- and after he's closed the door on it a few times, because hey, it might still change back -- he really gets moving.
Part of him hopes that if he goes fast enough he'll outrun his new and not possibly real surroundings.
But by the time he's gone down some twisting stairs and reached the entrance hall, he's discarded 'not possibly real' in favour of 'where the hell am I'. He's breathing quite fast by now, and hoping against hope that this isn't a hallucination because if it is, he is probably already ruined.
Okay god thoughts like that: not helping with his composure.
He more or less bursts through the final door and stops in his tracks. The guy from the painting is there, in the flesh. ]
[ oh sorry was there supposed to be dialogue in this tag because daniel is gonna need a minute ]
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Part of him hopes that if he goes fast enough he'll outrun his new and not possibly real surroundings.
But by the time he's gone down some twisting stairs and reached the entrance hall, he's discarded 'not possibly real' in favour of 'where the hell am I'. He's breathing quite fast by now, and hoping against hope that this isn't a hallucination because if it is, he is probably already ruined.
Okay god thoughts like that: not helping with his composure.
He more or less bursts through the final door and stops in his tracks. The guy from the painting is there, in the flesh. ]
[ oh sorry was there supposed to be dialogue in this tag because daniel is gonna need a minute ]