Third Floor Hallways, Saturday Afternoon

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Secret Agent Gerard was pacing down and up the length of the hallway on the third floor.

So, someone had wiped his memory and that of his secret-agent partner, Will Jonie, and had left them in the hallway of what appeared to be a dormitory of some sort.

And whoever had done it had wiped his mind so thoroughly, he couldn't remember what a 'burger' was, though Jonie had assured him that such a thing really did exist.

Secret Agent Gerard Smith (Smith seemed like a very functional last name, as he couldn't seem to remember having a last name, either) was looking for clues. Which mostly involved stopping next to the garbage can, glowering at it for a moment, and walking away from it again while he tried to work up the nerve to check inside of it for possible bombs or flesh-eating parakeets.

It could happen.

(The hallway is open like an open thing.)

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"That's true," Jonie said, stroking her chin in what she hoped was a conspiratorial way. "Shall we get outta here?"

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"Yes, I suppose we should get going," Gerard agreed, sparing the garbage can one last look before diving on it, tearing the cover off, and looking inside like a maniac to ensure that there weren't any remote-controlled zombie penguins lurking inside.

Satisfied that the parameter was secure, he put the lid back on the garbage can, turned, and started walking down the hallway.