Floor five was perverse—an ancient architectural puzzle, perhaps, or else some administrative inside joke. Elias had been wandering vacant hallways for the better part of that evening. His absences never seemed to register with the rest, or, at least, they had yet to inspire a search. It was quite a difficult thing to comprehend, to be fair, and aloofness in other matters may have impressed that this was by intention.
The blueprint posted at the stairwell bore no connection to reality—well, none that he’d deciphered—and numbers skipped up and down the halls as they pleased. Through a doorway, over ten desks packed in awkward rows, behind a window, he glimpsed another passage. It seemed such were accessible only by traipsing past lecterns, a practice that inexplicably assumed adjacent rooms never came under simultaneous use. What classes even met back there?
MATH 643/PHIL 661: Topics in Logic
Location: Barnette 533c
Time: 3:00pm-4:30pm Tue/Thu
Instructor: a name—no head shot, no office number, nor any apparent academic genealogy.
Description: TBD.
That’d attract the sort to make the trek twice a week, he figured. Then again, he’d enroll…