Elat I
And he walks in. Just like last time when he had an appointment but this time he had no appointment and he just came in to come in. As the door shut close behind him, the snow storm became merely a swoosh heard from a distance. He tapped and wiped his boots on the mat and stepped on the carpet and waited for a little while. The little rectangular hole in the wall was luminated and he saw a hot cup of coffee sitting on the desk with the stream rolling out and upwards. But, no one has come to greet him yet.