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Waiting for Theodore for any sign of life outside them, Lila poked around the cubicles, the offices, trying to get a sense what might've happened to the workers inside the complex.
Everything looked normal, well, normal in the sense that everything remained in place, with no chaos.
Papers neatly stacked in the trays, pens tucked away in cups, expired coffee in mugs sitting on the desks, nothing suggesting a sort of calamity took place here, but something's clearly amiss, and whatever happened isn't evident, if they never gotten that partial call or found Wilbur, well, it'd look like everyone just upped and left.
Which, made Lila wonder and she searched through the desks, looking for anything, and to her surprise, there's keepsakes tucked away.
A woman's purse left in her desk, complete with a wallet that had the woman's driver license in it, accompanied by some money and plastic.
There's a family photo in the plastic slit inside the wallet, she had two children, about six and nine.
Lord only knows what became of the woman and if her family clung to the hope, she's alive.
Seeing everything ranging from wallets to purses left at their desks, made it all more apparent that nobody left the complex.
Another set of questions without answers for them to solve.
That many people couldn't just disappear like that without someone outside finding about it, it'd be national news, there'd be people by the dozen outside the complex protesting with police keeping them away. Helicopters, dogs, everything out looking for these people, you name it, but here they are with no one outside protesting for answers.
With the hidden hallways behind the medicine cabinets and an abandoned pushcart with medicine on it, well, that'd explain why no one said anything sooner, but still, someone outside the complex should've realized something wrong when four thousand people suddenly go silent.
Theodore's apprehensive about it, too, that many people and nobody leaked information, impossible, but more impossible that whoever attempted to call didn't try walking out the doors.
Though, he came to the idea that perhaps they couldn't get out of the complex as easily as he and Lila presumed, else they wouldn't be here, at all.
Scouring for any information, the office looked nothing more than a regular office from the surface, beneath, there's hidden false walls in all the supervisors' offices and behind the cabinets in the break room.
Sitting in one of the rolling chairs, Theodore tells Lila they'll wait for a few more minutes, and if no one shows up then, they'll have to operate under the assumption that they missed the caller or the caller's dead and they've made themselves to whomever kill the caller.
Sitting with him, Lila glimpsed outside the window closest to them, trying to see outside, but the heavy fog kept her from seeing anything but the red spruce trees closest to the complex.
It's quiet outside, couldn't tell if it's raining, there's no animals, haven't seen a bird haphazardly flying through the fog.
Don't know where they are, but with all these spruce trees, Lila assumed they're somewhere out in the country, a little way away from the city, remote.
Her chestnut eyes slowly moved until she found nothing outside the window, moving towards the clocks hanging up in the office above the cubicles, there she sees that all the batteries in the clocks died.
Their hands stopped at different intervals, with them set to different time zones, it's hard knowing how long they've remained like this, though with the expired foods, it's evident they haven't had their batteries swapped in a while.
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The Bizarre Adventures of Doctor Who
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