He Keeps Pressing Forward

"No reason to turn if I don't have to,"Sam thought to himself. He jogged ahead through the crossroad further down the hall.

After a minute or two, he found another set of double-doors. These, however, were not locked. He pushed through and found himself in a very familiar waiting-room-like space. In fact, it was a near-exact replica of the first intake room where he was brought when Sam's parents handed him off to Dr. Vandersloot. He walked in cautiously. Something this weird had to be a trap, he thought.

Like the room at where he arrived, there were rows of plush, but plastic-wrapped chairs. On one side of the room, there was a receptionist's desk and another pair of double doors. There was no one at the desk, just a bell. On the other, A door with a window and light shining through it. Could that be the way out!?

He started to run toward the door with the window, then stopped.

"This seems too easy," Sam thought. "Could it be that easy? They know I want to leave and they want me to get stuck so they can gather more data. A clearly marked exit seems like a pretty obvious trap. On the other hand, maybe they're trying to psych me out. Maybe I'll go down the hall and get stuck in a cell, then I'll be at their mercy for as long as they want."

Fuck.