Wander these cool gray halls, black-and-white-tiled floors.

Steam wafts: sickening, disembodied

from the cafteria downstairs.

Jostled in a sea of rushing bodies,

see a face you know in the distance, and just as soon, it's gone.

Call out, voice lost in the din.

A warning bell sounds a piercing pitch above the crowd. 

Break through the swarms.


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