He ran inside. Spotted the stairs and ran up two flights.
Closed.
It was open, but inaccessible.
......
A note on the table. Two keys.
Not one person around.
Not a way to take.
He made his way back where he come from.
A few steps and an elevator or more stairs.
Waited for the elevator.
One, two, second floor.
A long corridoor to the left and one to the right.
Not one person around.
Not one light on.
The first door was his.
The key worked.
The place was big. Too big. Lost.
He did not know how, but he knew why.
Three more days.
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