Vittoria, Sienna and many other charming young ladies had come and helped him but professor of symbology and art history Robert Langdon had always preferred bachelorhood. As he swam his daily laps in the Dolphin, he mused about his doings. "Too dangerous, Robert", he said to himself as he stapped out of the pool. "If I belong to anywhere, I belong here". He glanced around him. However, The Dolphin had lost its familiarity. Something was sure, amiss, agog. Trying to remove such thoughts from his mind, Langdon strode into his room to find...
"Aaaaaw! Aah! Ugh! oooooooh!'" These sounds were heard from Langdon's room throughout the afternoon. Langdon was feeling ill. Not because of his hurt but because of what he had seen in his room. Ransacked, it was. Completely.
"Er, Sir?", asked one lad. Langdon strained to open his eyes. A searing pain went through his spine."What's happened to me? Tell me", he said in a weak voice.
"Wad? Nothin'sir", the lad replied. "Banged your head against the wall!
"my room?", asked Robert.
"A kid climbed in to find his baseball. Did you.."
"Spirity lad!", thought Robert. He groaned. Okay, at least no harm to his document and manuscript.
That evening asLangdon stroll through his room, his answering machine beeped. A text. Langdon graned... He thought to himself."Crypto fanatics and my dangers never seem to end!"