I push the button, but the elevator
won't come.
Is it broken or something?



What a weird doorknob.
I bet I could...oof...take it off.



Something's fallen between
the table and the floor.
I think it might be a key.

If my arms were a little longer,
I might be able to reach it.

There's a huge pile of cardboard
boxes on the table, full of books.

It's way too much of a pain to
move something that heavy...



Something's fallen between
the table and the floor.
I think it might be a key.

If my arms were a little longer,
I might be able to reach it.

Oh, what about the tongs I got
at the bakery earlier?



All that's left under there is dust,
dust, and more dust.

Probably nothing to worry about.



There's a bunch of boxes here.

It doesn't look like there's anything
useful inside any of them, though.



Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
Put these books out of order.




In here is a tragedy---
art thou player or audience?
Be as it may, the end doth remain:
all go on only toward death.


The first words at thy left hand:
a false lunacy, a madly dancing man.
Hearing unhearable words, drawn
to a beloved's grave---and there,
mayhap, true madness at last.


As did this one, playing at death,
find true death at the last.
Killing a nameless lover, she
pierced a heart rent by sorrow.


Doth lie invite truth?
Doth verity but wear the
mask of falsehood?
Ah, thou pitiful, thou
miserable ones!


Still amidst lies, though the end
cometh not, wherefore yearn
for death?
Wilt thou attend to thy beloved?
Truths and lies, life and death:
a game of turning white to black
and black to white.


Is not a silence brimming with
love more precious than flattery?
A peaceful slumber preferred to
a throne besmirched with blood?


One vengeful man
spilled blood for two;
Two youths shed tears for three;
Three witches disappeared thusly;
And only the four keys remain.


Ah, but verily...
In here is a tragedy---
art thou player or audience?
There is nothing which cannot
become a puppet of fate or an
onlooker, peering into the cage.



Where on the shelf will you place
the book?



Which book will you take?




This is the only place where there's
any room left.

Should I just line up the books
I picked up off the floor?



There's a space for some books
here. Is this where the ones on
the floor belong?



There are magazines on the shelf.

Some of them look interesting, but
it's really not the time for that.



None of the books are very
interesting. Just the kind that I
can buy anywhere.



There's a flyer.

Crispy toasted bread
right to your very door.

Everything on sale!
Helen's Bakery




There's a flyer.

Crispy toasted dead
right to your very door.

Everything on sale!
Helen's Bakery




It's bread.

But I'm not really hungry, so I guess
I don't need to worry about it.



There are no employees around.
I wonder where they all went...?




Just cardboard boxes.
Nothing useful inside either.



The locker door won't open.
Guess I'll just leave it alone.



There're lots of things posted on
the bulletin board -- notices,
schedules, stuff like that.

I don't think they're important.



There's lots of stuff, but none of
it really looks like it'll be useful.



There's a lot of stuff posted up here,
but nothing useful.