Given that the lifts were still not functioning, Charles had to climb down from level four using the staircase. No big deal. Except that in his hands, the lanky, bird-like man was carting around what looked like a huge slab of wood. To be specific, it was the bottom half of a door. His department head's door, to be precise. And they had draped over it a loose plastic covering, so it was really very hazy as to what the man was carrying.
Why they had given this job to probably the thinnest man in the Division, he had no idea. But Charles had accepted the task with a smile, which had since faded in exhaustion and frustration. It wasn't easy carrying around half of a wooden door-- a quality wooden door. And at the bottom was a startling rift of what appeared to be the evidence of gnawing. Harmony said that they were expecting the door on Level Three, and since almost every other employee was occupied at other parts of the Ministry, well... Better late than never. It wasn't his own fault, and so he wasn't worried.
But by the time the spindly Irishman had reached the Level Three lab, his fingers were aching from gripping the awkward bulk, and he could have used a drink of water, and his shoulders were killing him. But he was happy to help.
He coughed against the strange and bothersome odor that seemed to be coming from the lab and knocked on the doorframe after cautiously opening the door.
"Excuse me?" The Irishman called in. |