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two letters. They appear to have been sliced from a sheet of steel
with an acetylene torch, so the edges are ragged and rough, and
this is what they look like:
Roy appears thoughtful. Perhaps this is a clue to the name of
the towels’ owner.
RR
Maybe his name is Roy, too.
But it could be Roger. Or Robert. But, most people named
Robert are called Bob, so it would be BR if his name was Robert,
or Bob. Roy tries to think of some more names that begin with
R, but not many come to mind. There’s Rob, but that’s a form
of Robert, too, and that’s the same as Bob. It could be Randy.
That would be short for Randall, and nobody wants to be called
that. Or it could be Rudy. But that’s the name of a reindeer.
Perhaps, along with who he is and why he’s here, it’s a mystery
he will never solve.
The sound of a door slamming elsewhere in the building’s
warrens brings back Roy’s wandering mind. That and the
insistence of his bowels. A wave of fear courses through
him. Somewhere in the building someone else is awake, or is
awakening, and will soon be thinking toilet thoughts, as once
again is he.
Regrettably, he must leave his vigil of a door with nailed-on
numbers and screwed-on letters. Reluctantly, he must turn his
back on this bedeviling mystery to betake himself with renewed
urgency towards his original goal.
It is a terrifying thought to Roy that, upon having completed
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