The bathroom

Charolette dashes down the remaining stairs. Right under the stairs were the bathrooms. Trying to hide as quick as possible, charlotte figured her best bets were the bathrooms instead of making a break for the exhibit at the far end of the hall.

She spun around, flung the door open, then gently closes it behind her, in an attempt to not slam the door.

She looked around.

Along one wall was a row of sinks. Along the other urinals. She had entered the men’s room. There was a secondary ‘room’ at the other end: a right turn and there was a small row of stalls. A window at the very end.

Not wanting to risk getting caught while switching bathrooms Charolette desires it’s best to stay in her. She rushed towards the back room where all the stalls were to better hide herself.

The bathroom tiles were a little wet, causing each step with her barefoot to echo with a faint wet slap. Until she took a wrong step into a puddle. This caused her to slip and fall on the ground causing a loud thunk. She hit the ground and slid, luckily around the corner in the area with the stalls