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There were long gaps of silence between the beeps. They had far to go, and no clear direction.

The corpse had begun to emit a bit of a smell. Its bowels had likely evacuated by now.

Mister Fingers soon returned, carrying one of the lounge chairs from the foyer. Morgan could note that, despite the chair's weight and his visible leanness, he had no issue lifting it.

He set it down near the piano bench across from her and gracefully took a seat, crossing one leg over the other.

"I see you have my memoirs there." He noted, gesturing to the book in her hands. "Did you get the chance to read them?"

Johnny's best chance still seemed to be to head forwards, past the offices, into whatever lay ahead.