((Sorry for taking so long.))
Juste nodded, he climbed onto Sam's back and wrapped hir arms around his friend's neck,
"You have to turn to the right down there." he siad nodding towards the end of teh corridor. He hoped he remembered the way right.
((S'okay. I've been so busy anyways....))
Sam nodded and sprinted (well as fast as he could sprint) away. He didn't turn and look back. He just followed Juste's directions....
"Right!" Juste shouted,
"STOP!" he suddenly said before a long hallway of doors,
"In here are the kids." He siad. Juste slid off of Sam's back and fixing his hat on his head put the soldier doll on the ground and turne dit on, he was going to try and get the locks to be picked.
Sam slammed to a stop and bent down for Juste to climb off. He straightened and leaned against the wall- panting hard. "You're sure?"
He pressed his ear to the door to see if he could hear anything on the otherside.
In the distance he heard what sounded like Santa and Ijiraq fighting.
"Yes." Juste insisted bretahlessly, using his action figure made is head hurt and tired him out,
"All these doors I think." He said, he reached down and picke dup hi toy, holding it to the lock so that it could use it's bayonet o pick the lock, he winced, stabbing pains shooting through his head.