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His eyes suddenly zeroed in on one of the doors, or rather a small crack of light coming from beneath it. The lights were on in that room, despite them not being in any real use. Biting back a gasp, he pushed his way quickly into the room.

It was empty… Damn it!

Before he could leave however, a weight landed on his back, driving the wind from him in an explosive gasp. His already tortured legs nearly gave way, as a pair of legs settled beneath his armpits, and a thin set of arms wrapped around his neck.

Rapid breathing, the closest she would ever come to laughter, sounded in his ear. Even as pink locks fell across his face.

"Neo?" He dared to whisper, shuffling so that he was supporting her legs with his own arms in a rough approximation of a piggy-back.