Well, so long as none of those unmarked rooms are little cramped ones full of photographs.
Jack takes a couple sheets off the top of the pile, glances them over. It's all a bit obtuse and hard to read -- lines on lines on tiny notes on symbols he doesn't understand -- but he tries to work out where they are anyway, going off the shapes of the rooms.
"Where are we?"
Concentrating on work. It's how he's distracted himself from a crushing existential crisis so far and it's how he intends to continue, even if work comes less naturally now for reasons he also chooses not to examine.
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Jack takes a couple sheets off the top of the pile, glances them over. It's all a bit obtuse and hard to read -- lines on lines on tiny notes on symbols he doesn't understand -- but he tries to work out where they are anyway, going off the shapes of the rooms.
"Where are we?"
Concentrating on work. It's how he's distracted himself from a crushing existential crisis so far and it's how he intends to continue, even if work comes less naturally now for reasons he also chooses not to examine.