"Oh," Flynn can't help the distressed little intake of breath as that possibility expands horribly in his head. He's already swinging them around, aiming for the opposite end of the hallway where another stairwell should be, he thinks, but falters for a moment.

"Do you think," their feet echo unfamiliarly. It's a strange thing to notice, maybe. Flynn shakes it off with a grim set to his mouth, "Do you think we should work on making copies of them to store in multiple rooms, if they are still there? I'd hate for all that work to go to waste..."