He began to pace again, still feeling lonely. He didn't understand the comfortable teal sofas lining this room, or the boxed food in the corner, or the strangely inaccessible spiral staircase plunging through the ceiling and floor. He'd wondered a couple of thousand times what he was doing here -- but who was counting?
(*) Actually it was only the 978,694th time, but he wasn't keeping a close count.
Scott sighed, shook his head, and
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