Nervously making his way down the hallway, the rabbit clutches the glowstick tightly, knowing full well that he didn't have an infinite number of his only source of light, and at the rate he was going he'd be out of them far sooner than he would like. Eyes drifting across the walls carefully, Ritter tries to make sure that he doesn't stumble into any more traps, assuming that he wouldn't be quite so lucky as he had been so far.<br/><br/>Slowing as he sees the hall spilling out into a room before him, Ritter proceeds with tentative steps, one paw brushing lightly against the wall to his right at he pauses at the entrance, head peeking into the dark enclosure to take stock of where he might be. Not seeing anything of interest, he begins to make his way slowly inside, looking all around him for some sort of exit.