He made his way down the hall carefully, ever alert for the telltale swishing of robes. There it was, up ahead. He ducked down a side passage. There was brief glimpse of blue as the figure passed by. Still safe.
Would they find out, he wondered? Would they find the pillow under his blankets, come running? He hoped to any kind of god they wouldn’t. He was getting out of here, one way or another.