by Nailah Weaver » Fri Mar 27, 2020 4:45 pm
There aren't a lot of places she could get to fast enough to stash the box before Zandra inevitably catches up with her...
As soon as she reaches the bottom of the stairs she let's her thoughts shatter into hundreds of futures, looking for the few that have her sifting through her find somewhere down the line. Facets of success fall away as she's spending precious seconds on looking for them, possibilities narrowing until she has no more time to try and say for sure how any of them will play out. She picks one that might have worked at one point, still might, futures shifting around, only collapsing into a singular point as a decision is made and her future sight fades.
She stops and pries at the wood paneling on the wall, pulling a section free and stuffing the papers from the box behind it. Most of them anyway. She slams the panel back in place and takes off down the hall.