The walk to the third floor was much more orderly than his recent travels through the complex. Kyle was not foolish enough to think he was off the hook, but he found comfort in the fact he now knew he was going to the right place. He stepped out of the elevator and click-clacked his way down the dark hall to his left. He had never been to the third floor, but this was certainly a day of firsts. He turned around the corner, following the arrows that sat below “PIA” on the walls. The corridor came to an end 30 meters ahead and Kyle approached the lone doorway with an air of confidence he hadn’t known for what seemed like an eternity.

It was gone in an instant. There was a picture hanging on the door. A picture of Bjorn. And below it was a note. The note was faded and had obviously been hanging there for quite sometime. In barely legible handwriting it said “If you’re just stopping by, I’m in the lobby, its more interesting there. If you actually need me, I’m likely already doing my job.” It was signed with an ostentatious B.

Embarrassment, anger, bemusement, helplessness, bloodlust, despair, Kyle cycled through all these emotions with his fists clenched and his jaw on the floor. He forced a deep breath, spun on his heels and sprinted back to the elevator. The elevator hadn’t left the third floor yet so within seconds he was descending back to the lobby. When the doors opened he was on the move again, his head on a swivel, looking for Bjorn.

He ran to where he had spoken with the supposed doorman, there was no one there. Desperately out of shape, Kyle was winded, had a stitch in his side and a blister on his heel. He limped back towards the elevators.

“He left a message for you.” Lost in his own thoughts he almost didn’t hear it, but he finally lifted his head and looked around.

“Huh?”

“He left a message for you.” It was the receptionist, whose bored manner infuriated Kyle even more.

“Who did?”

“Who else?” She lazily cast her eyes towards the door.

“Bjorn?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, what is it.”

“He said, ‘tell the new guy I’m on it and not to have an aneurysm.’”

“That’s it?”

“That’s what he said.”

“Are you sure?”

“Listen honey, all I do is sit here all day and take messages, and if you’re going to be like that you just go right ahead and have that aneurysm.”

“Right, err sorry. Do you know where he went?”

She was back to staring at her nails now and replied without looking up. “Think he went to the observatory.”

“ummmm”

A heavy sigh, “top floor, southwest building.”

And away he went.