I look around as I keep up. I'm hoping he gets himself stuck in here. I keep a hand on the spraypaint can meant for him because I know I can use it on him in a tight spot, but something tells me not to do it now. It won't lead to the outcome that I'm hoping for. Instead I keep stride with him and watch for anything that seems out of place, or suggestive of a child.
The way was dark down here. These were parts of the ship I had never seen before. I wondered, vaguely, how much there was. The ship was not so big. How long did Mills think that he could hide down here? Did he really know the way out?