Rapid eye movement

Two sets of double doors stand guard on the far end of a dormant hallway. Comprised largely of glass, the darkness beyond these doors makes them look opaque. A man enters. Youngish in appearance. He wears a blue collared shirt that’s untucked. Sleeves rolled up a third of the way. Black tie fastened, but not secured. Black pants, socks, and shoes. Backpack flung over one shoulder. He can hear the hum of electricity, but nothing else. Fluorescent lights reign down on beige exteriors. He walks quietly down the industrial tiled floor, past photographs suspended in clear plastic frames. He turns, stage left, down a narrow corridor.