[He contemplates for a second demanding that she open the door, but she's obviously alive and he obviously smells. Scratching at his jaw decides it for him: he needs a shave.
So he pushes away from her door and heads down the disturbingly short distance to his own. BE THAT WAY, ALICE.]
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So he pushes away from her door and heads down the disturbingly short distance to his own. BE THAT WAY, ALICE.]