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This has to be it. It looks the same as any other door in the hall,
but it's as if something behind it were tugging at me. And from
behind it I can hear slightly irregular clicking sounds. The mind
that belongs to this body seems to recognize it as a typewriter, but
I know it to be the beating of my heart. The clicking suddenly
stops, and my heart seems to skip a beat. I have made it. Surely
the creator will tell me how to leave this place; how to escape this
trap that is the human mind and body. Despite having arrived at
what must be the solution to my problem, a thought brushes the back
of my mind about my companion who fell prey to my pursuers just
minutes before. Another silly human thing, it must be. I
push the thought away and reach to open the door, but just before my
hand reaches the doorknob, the door abruptly opens a crack. A hand
only briefly visible is thrust out and a one-way radio clatters to
the floor at my feet. Just as abruptly, the door slams shut and I
hear the clink of the lock. A muffled voice from the door tells me,
“You must go.”. Go? But I just got here, and I am
still no closer to escaping this body that traps me. I never even
got a glimpse of his face. As I bend down to pick up the radio I
hear loud footsteps on the stairs behind me. I had forgotten I was
being chased. I glare at the mind that belongs to this body for a
moment for causing this complication, but I can't stay here. So I
run down the hall to find a door labeled “Roof Access”.
With my way back down blocked, I ascend to the roof of the building.
As I glance over the edge, I see my companion down below laying
motionless on the hard sidewalk. Red tape has been tied around the
area near him, and several police officers appear to be discussing
something.
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