In hindsight he really should have thought to pack the bunk with pillows to make it look like there was a sleeping Crowley lump still in the cell but once the door had opened he had been off like a racehorse at the Downs. He had been down there an entire HOUR which was too long for any demon to try and stand still or behave.

"You lied?" Crowley came to a stop in the same intersection and looked to the floor. "Well done. I never would have known."

Molly had seemed so convincing... Or he was too trusting.

The hallways all looked alike to him. They were both beat, with decorations handing from the walls... paintings, curtains, suits of armor and carpet runners that ran down along the middle of each one. Hm. Which... if he looked down at that carpet long enough looked a little more worn in one direction than the other. Crowley pointed down that pathway.

"More people seem to be going this way. I figure that either makes it the front door or the bathroom."