Jerking awake at the horrid dream -<i>was it horrid because of content, or because I liked it?</i>- Beck was off the bed and standing in three seconds flat.  She blinked rapidly, shook her head and tried to read the clock.  00:5  It was confusing until she realized she was looking at a reflection.<br/><br/>Duh.  2am.<br/><br/>Again she blinked, shaking her head to clear it.  There was a distant and rhythmic thudding, but she couldn't tell what it was or where it was coming from.  She blinked yet again then shed the remainder of the robe, opting for real clothing.  Out of habit she snagged her keys, specifically for the flashlight, and made her way to the door.<br/><br/>Seeing nothing through the view hole -<i>of course there's nothing there</i>- she opened the door slowly and poked her head out, looking up and down the hall.