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The lady with the umbrella uses her purse straps to tie the men wrist to
wrist. I cover them while she does it. Then the umbrella lady flees. I back up to the corridor I wanted, turn and flee. I run for ten straight minutes, thanking God for the two years of cross- country in high school. There are many twists and turns, I just hope I haven't gotten turned around. It's all dull grey corridors, with a few criss-crossing pipes. A few doors had appeared, but they were all heavy and locked. I stop at a water fountain. I take a drink.
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