Darcy and Jane stood in the doorway of their apartment, staring down the hallway in front of them. Where once a small entryway had stood, there was now an old, worn hallway straight out of a horror film filled with a multitude of doors. Each one seemed to lead off the hall to a different room, with lights flipping on and off at random beneath the openings. There definitely wasn't enough space in the apartment for this; it broke the laws of physics.
When voices started to call to them from nowhere, Darcy just sighed. "Alright, who gave Loki 'House of Leaves' to read?"