The elevator was broken; Sophie took the stairs, grimacing as the metal pins in her ankle ground together. The lights were out in teh stairwell and the third-floor the hallway as well, but Sophie found her way to the proper apartment.
She rapped sharply on the door, twice, and waited, fixing her hair, and arranging her hood to reveal her eyes through her veil. The voice that called through the door was thick and gravelly. "Go away! I have a gun."
Sophie called out. "Dr. Methen. I'm Sophie Coran. I got your letter."
The bolts on three separate locks ka-chunked out of their sockets. The door opened a crack, and a long, unveiled face came into view. He had the look of a slightly animated cadaver, pale, pale skin, deeply lined. Tightly pursed lips, severe.
"The reporter?" His voice was incredulous. Sophie held up his letter, so he could see his handwriting.
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Well here it is. Hope it's alright an all that."
Definately well written."
Not far off from reality, either. :p"