@multirosa
Night has fallen, the chill of winter seeping through the meager protection his coat provided. Hunger gnaws at Octavo's stomach. As much as he knew he must return to his own world, he was not going to make it far if he froze to death.
...well. Maybe death would set him back to the beginning of his journey, as it usually did, but he didn't want to risk it when things were all askew like this.
He checks the strange device he'd found in his pocket. Initially, he'd ignored its instructions in favor of trying to find a way out, but that was clearly not happening tonight. One of the little pictograms wiggles at him. He'd seen people using their fingers to operate these things, and so he does the same, and after a few attempts manages to open the map. It points him to a building in the area.
Room 305...?
How foolish of him. Perhaps whatever awaited him in this room would give him the next step of this mad quest. He follows the map, making his way to one of the many enormous buildings in the area. Upon climbing the stairs, he finds himself in a long hallway full of many doors, each labeled with a number. It's all so orderly and quiet, the noise of the street outside muffled into silence.
Octavo finds the room and opens the door. "I've found you," he announces to whomever is inside. "What do you want from me?"
