Butler Santana glanced at Sylvan Cheney, shook his head, and followed Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine Yale, holding Little Clementine, walked slowly, her expression particularly calm.
Little Clementine, carefree, lay on Jasmine Yale's shoulder, grinning at Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan Cheney, who was on the phone, also saw Little Clementine.
In the hallway, turning the corner, it suddenly went pitch-black.
Little Clementine couldn't see anything, her hands waved restlessly, stirring in Jasmine Yale's arms.
Jasmine Yale pressed her little bottom: "Be good, Mum will take you home. It's warm there, with the milk you love and the cartoons and toys you like. We're going home upstairs."
Jasmine Yale patiently soothed Little Clementine, her voice gentle.
Butler Santana followed closely behind Jasmine Yale, and they entered the elevator one after the other.
Jasmine Yale pressed the elevator button, and it ascended slowly, the numbers on the screen jumping one by one.
