[ He's not about to waste time on assurances. Childermass is bound to take the same route, provided a nightmare doesn't grab him. He slams the door shut again, right in the face of the closest one, and as he's already busted the door's lock, he chances pausing to take in his immediate surroundings. There's not enough time to move something large in front of the door, so it'll be the coat rack he grabs and turns sideways across the door as far as it'll go, jamming it under the handle and between the narrow entranceway until it's stuck.
The most it'll do is earn them a minute of nerve-wracking slamming against the door, as they try to force it open again, but that's better than nothing at all.
It's up the stairs after, following Alois. ]
What's up ahead? [ He'll ask once he does catch up. ] We don't have long.
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The most it'll do is earn them a minute of nerve-wracking slamming against the door, as they try to force it open again, but that's better than nothing at all.
It's up the stairs after, following Alois. ]
What's up ahead? [ He'll ask once he does catch up. ] We don't have long.