[ Castiel nods and turns left, feeling along the wall until he finds the doorframe, the door, the handle. It takes him a moment of fiddling with the latch, but he opens it, and when he does he feels another shift in gravity, and has to preform an odd half-step half-hop to keep from sliding along the new floor as he pivots 90 degrees from his previous orientation. The once-vertical door is now a rectangular hole in the floor behind them.
He blinks slowly, turning in place and craning his neck as he tries to get his bearings again. ]
I've lost track of it. Wait. No, it's there. [ He points. ] Straight ahead, seemingly on the same level as we are now.
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He blinks slowly, turning in place and craning his neck as he tries to get his bearings again. ]
I've lost track of it. Wait. No, it's there. [ He points. ] Straight ahead, seemingly on the same level as we are now.