He was in the corridor outside the linen room at seven in the morning.
Not waiting. Not positioned with any appearance of intention. Just, present, in the way he was present in spaces, with the quality of someone who had arrived somewhere for one reason and had found, upon arriving, that there was also another reason, and was taking a moment to acknowledge the second one before proceeding with the first.
He had a folder under his arm. Boundary provision documentation, by the look of it. He was going to the east meeting room. The linen room was on the way to the east meeting room if you took the back corridor rather than the main one, which added approximately forty seconds to the journey and had no other practical advantage.
He had taken the back corridor.
I was inside the linen room w
