living skyward

"hm." Neil's answer is not encouraging, especially since he doesn't really seem capable of focusing right now. But Sans still glances back and holds up two crossed fingerbones. "yep. fingers crossed." And he takes a deep breath as he steps out into the hall, already subconsciously bracing himself. When nothing immediately bad happens, he just tries to keep Neil focusing. Sans glances up and down the hallway they've found themselves in, scratching anxiously at his skull. "where was your room again?"