Disclaimer: Don't own the characters. This is a work of fiction.
Jason's dark-adjusted eyes took in the room as a whole and, determining that neither Jerry nor Spinelli was in what appeared to be the living room, he worked his way carefully along the wall toward a much darker hallway.
None of the moon's light reached its waning tendrils into the depths of the small, compact hallway and Jason cursed silently as he was forced to stop once more while his eyes made the necessary adjustment. It would be foolish to continue forward blinded by the lack of illumination which accompanied the darkness. The entire cabin was bathed in its overly oppressive embrace.
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