[Room 306, Evening] Only This And Nothing More

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6 lay down on his bed, reading old Art Bell transcripts and highlighting pertinent passages. His jacket was hung over his desk chair. He had called Wednesday not 20 minutes ago and an unasked-for thought that sounded like Number 2 (one of them, anyway) pointed out that it was only one night and that she probably had forgotten already...

Suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at his dormroom door.

He stumbled off the bed and pulled on his jacket. He was still buttoning it when he opened the door.