The man who called himself Isaac looked confused, but nodded, keeping his eyes downcast. "As you wish." He turned and glanced up and down the corridor before stepping outside in the dark.

Meanwhile, Zeb was glad for Arin's company. Zeb was a thin black man with short dreads and accumulated facial hair. His attire consisted of a straight-jacket, and he'd looked as though he hadn't slept for days.

"H-hey," he stammered. "I-I'm Zeb. Wh-What's your name?"