⋆˖⁺‧₊ ࣪𖦹⭑ Careful footed, Thomas Ainscow wandered the halls with a heavy heart. Boots clashing with the tile in loud thuds, the man could barely breath from how quickly he ran. 'What in gods name was that?!' He thought to himself in panic, his heart feeling as though it would beat out of his chest. In a swift move, Thomas dashed through a close door and knocked it open with his shoulder, turning quickly to close and lock it. "Good god.." He swallowed in fear. "What in gods name is happening in London?" He whispered to himself, running his hand through his hair as he began looking for an exit. Going to exist the next door he saw, he froze, watching it rattle. "Halt! Who is that? Who are you?" He cried out in hopes it was someone like him, instantly grabbing the closest thing to him to use as a weapon. "I must warn you, I am an army soldier, I am not afraid to fight back, do you understand!?"