An hour and a half late

25 Oct 2023: A short story

An hour and a half late, on the fifth floor, reached by the seemingly never-ending empty stairs, I finally found room 5007. It looked exactly the same as 3031 and 1009 had, but hopefully would contain the class I’d joined, who didn’t know they were expecting me.

I pushed the door open, and seven slightly startled faces turned toward me. They’d been in de…