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The mutant said nothing but Morgan's knees stopped hitting the stairs. The creature was impressively strong.

They reached a second level, but Morgan didn't see it as they ascended another flight of stairs, coming to a third. A doorway stood open, and they passed through it into a comfortable sitting room. The carpet was soft and steamed clean. The walls were a mellow, gold color, and seemed to be freshly plastered. A chandler hung from the ceiling, casting the room in a soft, warm glow. It was homey.

Two couches were placed opposite each other, a coffee table between them. An middle-aged woman sat on one, her faded blond hair done high up in a ponytail, her back to Morgan. The mutant dragged Morgan across the room and dumped her in the other.

"Thank you, Antonia." The woman nodded to the mutant. The creature grunted, and faded into one of the room's dark corners.