Eventually we stumbled across some stairs and hurriedly took them.
Personally I was glad to be out of the endless corridors. Being spotted was easy
if you were picking your way down these long stretches. Better to be lost in a
maze of small rooms; which is what we were about to do.
The projectionistís booth was a modern addition, the stairs unreachable through the
thicket and wood thatíd grown in the courtyard over the last ten years. We stood by
the open broken window and talked about climbing out onto the corridor roof and walking to
the other window; climbing out onto the collapsing, unstable, rotten corridor roof;
climbing out onto the broken tiles.
Luckily we all talked ourselves out of this more risky move and we pushed
on into the wards of Hellingly.