The instructions had been quite explicit, take the elevator to the third floor, take the fourth turning and open the door at the end of the corridor. Here you will find redemption.
With the past firmly in his mind Marc reached out and turned the door’s handle, unsurprised that it was unlocked, and drawing a deep breath he pushed it, squeezing his eyes closed instinctively.
One, two, three, he counted silently, and when nothing occurred, he opened his eyes.
It was just a bathroom. A dirty, grimy, mouldy bathroom.
Then he spied the toothbrush, and recognised the price of redemption.