Room 270 is just one wooden door out of over a hundred of them lining a long corridor. Down a dark hallway with walls of pale blue metal, I walk past a bunch of different folk. Along the way, I see lovers too drunk to get to their rooms; past that, and I walk by groups of grownups all talking at once but not really sayin’ anything I can make out. Still farther down, and some dude in a long, dark coat stares straight at the wall opposite of him.
There are more like him, and I know because I pay attention to these things. The other ones don’t wear normal clothes. It looks like they’ve got on trenchcoats with white and purple stripes, but there’s no light past this point for me to see. Some of them nearby are wearing these weird tophats. All the light fixtures ahead have been taken out, and,
