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      The tenth floor was empty space, cold, dark, and deserted. The bathroom
was about eighty feet from the elevator doors, and Francis was standing
outside of it waiting for the elevator light to blink red. He knew that his
heart was going to leap into his throat once it did. He had peeked into the
bathroom earlier. It was definitely a ladies room, still usable, still quite
fashionable. There were five stalls. Four were still functional, but the last
one, near the window, was empty. The toilet had been removed, but the pipes
still remained in the cold tile floor.