Willow glances back at Stiles, and finishes dragging the body the rest of the way into the stall. She's not sure if it was genuinely the force of the blow, or just a really lucky fall, but the zealot is dead all the same, and that's the important part. It may have been a Sleeper once, but it's hard to feel sympathetic with one of the creatures responsible for this place. Especially in a world where Sleepers don't stay dead anyway.

She returns to his side, and nudges his hand before setting off back down the hall again.

They need to get out of here.