"Twenty three stairs, that's a nice warm up number." Mathew drily observed as he got up taking a deep breath before speaking again, "Thank you ISIS. I don't really know what's expected of me but I'll do my best. Granted that it doesn't go against my morals anyway."<br/><br/>Picking up his bag and roughly swinging it across his back Mathew limped his way to the staircase, "<i>twenty three stairs that's not a big number</i>", he thought as he looked to the end destination with a small twitch of the eye, "<i>I'm sure the nice, shiny, black and white marble floor will break my fall if I slip...</i>" With another deep breath he sucked up any pain he was already feeling and began the climb.<br/>"<i>One, Two, Three, Four, Five-</i>" He counted each step he took upwards under his breath, at first he counted at a steady pace taking little to no pause as he walked up the staircase relaying little on the rails save only for guidance, as well as a fall back if he slipped but as he neared the fifteenth stair he could feel his knee begin to give, flashes of pain came and went, "Only eight to go." He whispered to himself as he willed himself to continue, each step felt heavy and was rewarded with another burst of pain now leaning heavily on the cane in an attempt to lessen the stain on his shattered knee, "<i>Nineteen..Twenty...Twenty...Twenty-one..</i>" Once again sweat formed on his brow, two more steps, twice more did he have to lift his knee before he reached the top of the staircase. "<i>Come on, two more. Just two more. See twenty three isn't a big number.</i>"<br/><br/>The pain in his knee began to intensify as he reached the twenty third step but he had made it regardless, a shame that he had no idea which way he had to go to head to his room, "Dreadfully sorry, ISIS but uh, which way exactly too my room..." He said in between breathes, "And equally important, where do you want me to go? Because I don't see anyone so I'm getting a feeling I should be somewhere..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>