âI mean, I suppose any direction is a good direction when youâre lostâŠâ She said to herself. She was quite unhappy with how the day had went, but there was nothing to do now, but to leave and maybe try again the next day. She picked up her things, and began making her way to what she presumed to be the exit.
She kept her eyes peeled to the ground, mostly, occasionally looking up. She hoped and prayed to find what she wanted, but knew it was for naught. She wasnât going to find it. I mean, why now, after all day of searching?
She was covered in soot, gross, and her dress torn. She really just needed a shower, something to eat, and maybe just some TV time. She needed to de-stress from the long day.
Noticing a small change in the basement aura, Chromaâs eyes shifted around.
A brief silence stood between Morty and the lost woman, followed by the sound of footsteps that came closer as he approached her.
âSorry, I hope I wasnât intruding on anything.â Morty smiled apologetically, raising his hands slightly to show her that he meant no harm.
âI had heard about a ghost sighting somewhere in here, so I came to investigate.â He looked down to the shorter woman, taking note of her disheveled appearance and tired constitution. It wouldnât surprise him if she had been down here the entire day, but for what reason? âBut it seems like Iâve already found her.â The sarcasm dripped from his tongue before he knew it, accompanied by a breathy laugh. Hopefully she wouldnât take it seriously.
âYou look like you could use some help getting out of here.â The way he said it was more of a suggestion than an observation, pointing directly to the ladder that lead to the first floor. âThe exit is just this way.â