Author's Note: Extremely short ficlet about my interpretation on how Newt found her hiding place. This is actually sort of canon. In a way.
Newt ducked around a sharp bend and pressed her back against the cold metal siding of the air duct. A light breeze wafted by and cooled her hot cheeks. She steadied her breath. Playing hide and seek could really wear a girl out.
The murmuring of the fans was close. She knew she was near the medical lab. This particular sharp bend was where she liked to rest. She knew this area well.
Except for a dim and dark passage that was narrow and low. She had never gone down there. It had a particularly ominous air about it, but nonetheless it still beckoned Newt's curiosity.
Newt paused and strained her ears; she didn't hear anybody coming behind her. At the start of the game she had gotten a great lead. She decided to venture forth and explore.
This particular passage was un-trodden territory. A layer of dust kissed the bottom of the duct. The route was getting narrow, so Newt lowered onto her knees and crawled.
Light filtered up through a grate a few yards ahead. Newt approached it quietly. She danced her fingertips over the grates, freeing it of dust before peering down into the room.
Totally empty; almost sad. It looked lonely and forgotten. It was just a metal room with a fan. It was very industrial. It was probably a spare room for storage.
Newt looked back at the dust. Only one set of footprints leading to where she knelt. What a perfect hiding place. Nobody would ever find her here.
