Yakov had a feeling his friendship of five years was starting to feel the strain.
It was getting late.
The corridors were dark and silent but the occasional sound of footsteps.
"Look," Yakov said, feeling very trapped, "I think we should all go to bed, ok.. It's late and we need time to think."
He looked to Aaliyah, pleading with his eyes for her to go while he convinced Amber to leave as well.