I'm... I'm not sure, actually. [ What time was he comparing that to? When did he last look at the clock? Was that AM or PM? He doesn't have a clock in the office. He doesn't have a watch. He checks the phone again and the messages he thought were there aren't there. The call history is blank. Did they get deleted? Who did that? Did he do that? Where's the phone from in the first place? ] I'm going to have to call you back.
[ He hangs up and leans against the wall, taking a deep breath. Looking around the hallway. No. Wait. Where'd the body go? Why was he by the janitor's closet at records? He slips off the wall and opens the door. He picks up a piece of paper and reads it. It says, "He slips off the wall and opens the door. He picks up a piece of paper and reads it. It says, "He slips off the wall and opens the door. He picks up a piece of paper and reads it. It says,
The supplies are haphazardly shoved on the floor after use. The mop has bloody fingerprints on it. Alan blinks and they're wiped away. The sink drips. Everything washed away. Nothing washed away. The picture painted becomes clearer. The picture painted becomes blurrier. There is no picture. There is no corpse.
no subject
[ He hangs up and leans against the wall, taking a deep breath. Looking around the hallway. No. Wait. Where'd the body go? Why was he by the janitor's closet at records? He slips off the wall and opens the door. He picks up a piece of paper and reads it. It says, "He slips off the wall and opens the door. He picks up a piece of paper and reads it. It says, "He slips off the wall and opens the door. He picks up a piece of paper and reads it. It says,
The supplies are haphazardly shoved on the floor after use. The mop has bloody fingerprints on it. Alan blinks and they're wiped away. The sink drips. Everything washed away. Nothing washed away. The picture painted becomes clearer. The picture painted becomes blurrier. There is no picture. There is no corpse.
His head pounds. His heart pounds faster. ]