Inside Distraught

Clair steps in, and notices an open door, a pastel waiting room, and an old lady at a counter.

“ID please, and it’s right there.”

She points to the open door, and turns to Jacques. “Dear, I’m sure we’re not the only radio station in town.”

The Hallways of Distraught

Rexus’s knocking yields nothing. Either no one’s inside, or they’re asleep.

Meanwhile, the voice yells at Arman again. “Third hall to the left! Go bother Cristov; he’s probably still awake.”