Isabelle pressed on, surprised by ‘Granny’s’ speed. She perfectly took blind corners that left even her butting her shoulder into the wall or nearly tripping over a piece of debris on the ground. ‘Damn;’ 'Granny' must have gone down this passage hundreds of times to have it memorized so well. Turning another corner, she saw red dots in the distance, and they quickly scattered away from her candle-light in a distant cacophony of squeaking noises.