The alarm had been turned off and Bran was starting to seriously considering breaking a window, lighting up and just flying down to ground level when he felt it.
He stopped and touched a hand to his chest.
It was that feeling, that same one that always led him to Misha.
Bran's heart sped up and he looked around, though of course there was nothing to see in the vacated offices.
What was Misha doing here? Why hadn't his Aunt stopped him? Or had Misha sneaked out?
Both longing and anxiety filled him as he jogged down the corridor to a set of internal stairs he'd just spotted.
Or perhaps his Aunt was here too. Maybe she'd brought Misha along…
Bran shoved open the door to the stairway and raced down the stairs. That feeling was growing stronger and yet, when he'd reached the floor with a giant 'G' emblazoned on the wall, he felt the feeling tug him further down still.
Underground? What was Misha doing there?
