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"Neal... did you hear something?"

"What? No, Mozz. Come on." Neal kept walking down the long, quiet, corridor.

Mozzie seemed unconvinced, but followed anyway. "Are you sure?"

Neal sighed. "Yes, Mozz. There's nothing there." He turned over his shoulder and frowned. "What are you expecting?"

"I'm expecting nothing. That's why the noise is so... disconcerting." There were hand gestures to accompany Mozzie's explanation.

"What noise? What does it sound like? Because I only hear us."

"It went away."

Neal tried not to roll his eyes as he turned around and continued down the corridor. The still quiet, no noise beyond their footsteps-having corridor.

Suddenly, behind him, Neal heard: "Ah ha! I knew it!" Neal stopped walking just as Mozzie added: "Come out, Suit! I know you're there."

This was not happening. Neal turned around and, sure enough, there was Peter rounding a corner behind them.

Mozzie, indignant, snapped, "That is it, Mrs. Suit is no longer trustworthy."