The 'clack clack clack' of nails on hardwood echoed down a narrow hallway. Dried and warped floorboards creaked and groaned with every step. Dust particles drifted lazily in the air, highlighting the rays of light passing through the boarded-up window at the end of the hall. A withered hand reached for a round brass doorknob, turning it, only to be met with resistance as the doorknob refused to turn.
"Another locked door. Damnit." Professor Kal said in his low gravelly voice.
"Woof!" Trist replied.