It perhaps wasn’t the strangest thing Frank had ever found in a shower cubicle. He finished wrapping the towel around his waist, brows knitting together as he stepped back. The yellow door disappeared from view and he waited a few moments before stepping forward again.
Yep. Still there.
Back and forth, back and forth, eyes narrowing further each time
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"Isn't that kind of large to carry around everywhere?" he asked, as if a smaller door would make total sense to lug around.
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"Were you down there the entire time?" While Frank had been calling for a little help?
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"I'm looking for a bus. Have you seen one?"
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"Theft deterrent?" Michael asked, ignoring his sketching for the time being. "I think bringing the steering wheel with you would have been more effective. And easier on your back..." He could only assume that the door belonged to the only yellow vehicle he'd seen on his way up to the compound from his hut. "I could be wrong, though."
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"Did it just... show up? I hear that happens quite a bit around here." Heard and experienced firsthand not too long ago.
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"It's from home." He scratched his nose, glancing around the Compound in case the rest had magically appeared in the last few minutes. "It actually comes with a bus attached but I have a feeling the door is all I'm destined to receive."
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