Subject: Wandering around Headquarters.
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Posted on: 2017-05-17 21:08:00 UTC

Daniel loved wandering the hallways. While most people saw only a maze of nondescript gray corridors, he could pick out subtle details and memorize interesting routes.

Most of his navigational superpower was the ability to not think of a rhinoceros with a teacup after being told not to think about it. Since he only didn't want to go back to his quarters, he kept part of his attention on wanting to go back there.

He noticed a wet patch on the floor and raindrops falling from the ceiling. He squinted upwards and could barely make out a lighter shade of grey. Daniel had never seen a ventilation plothole opening directly into the sky before, and wondered if it was unstable. He made a mental note to check on it again later.

After a half hour of wandering, and seeing nothing more interesting than a trail of sue-blood, Daniel made a left turn into one of his favorite hallways. Though there was nothing to erode the walls, the concrit had begun to crumble. He stared closely, trying to pick phrases out of the fossilized words.

When he was tired of staring at walls, Daniel began walking again. He trailed his hand lightly along the wall, knowing that he could feel the invisible intersections. That's when he had the feeling that he was being followed. He made a quick left turn and then spun around. A woman almost ran into him.

“Sorry.” She stepped to the side and walked down the corridor.

Daniel jogged to catch up with her. “Why were you following me?”

“You seemed to know where you were going.”

He'd heard of this. “Oh, you're using the Dirk Gently method. Follow me.”

Daniel began walking at a brisk pace. He turned left when he smelled fudge and right at the desire to sing showtunes. Soon, they came upon a stairwell and Daniel stopped to point. “That couch got wedged so that no one can move it.”

The woman blinked dispassionately. “I see.”

“I thought you would find it interesting. Now I remember what happens when you assume.” He began walking again and the woman followed.

After exiting the stairwell, they made a two-hundred-and-seventy-degree turn to follow a warm breeze. Then they then walked though the desire to take bleep products, though Daniel couldn't identify it. Most agents would either reach into their pockets or grit their teeth at that point, but he was a simple cafeteria worker and didn't have any missions to block out. The woman was impassive.

After five more left turns, he asked, “By the way, where are you going?”

“I am here.” The woman pointed to the door to RC 51724. “Thank you.”

“Good luck.” Daniel began walking again.

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