Half-light

Adam stepped into the room, dropped his bag on the bed, and took a look around him.

The room was simply furnished - as well as the bed, there was a chest of drawers a wardrobe and a chair. It looked clean, but other than a couple of watercolour landscapes on the wall, there was nothing to suggest any personality. The curtains were half-drawn, and he looked through them onto the street below.

Even pulling the curtain back didn't add much light, and he couldn't help wondering how it must be in the less-well-lit rooms up here.

He sat down on the bed, and as he started automatically taking out the few things he'd packed, the strangeness of the situation suddenly struck him.

Who were these women? What was this place? And who were those men that had been at his flat? None of it seemed to make any sense to him.

From outside the door came a voice: "what's keeping you? Are you finished yet?" The redoubtable Alice, by the sound of it.

Ah well, he thought, rising from the bed. Only one way to find out what's going on. And he headed out of the door.



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