sample for Institute

[fifty]

[Alfred is no stranger to being hungry in the middle of the night, but he hasn't been at the Institute long, so padding out of his room and into the hallways is a much more eerie experience than it ever was at home. It isn't as if the place is empty, but it feels that way when it's so quiet, and he catches himself holding his breath in some half-remembered childish fear of monsters and ghosts. Well, maybe more than half-remembered.

He yawns as he walks into the kitchen--hopefully there's something laying around that doesn't require too much thought to prepare, or maybe something he can just eat without doing anything else. The sooner he doesn't have to walk through the dark halls anymore tonight, the better.]