Michael flicked away at his pad, switching the cameras around. "Nothing", he said to himself. With a sigh, he put down the pad. He twiddled his thumbs and decided to get up. He was stuck in the building for a few hours, why not explore it. As he left, the pad switched to a camera, one looking at a familiar curtain.

He checked his watch as he sat at a table. "1:05" he said. Twisting another cap off of a coke he sat there. He heard some movement behind him. Reaching for his torch he turned around, shining it in a spot behind him. The light reflected off of the tiles, but caught nothing out of the ordinary. He went back to his drink, keeping a firm hand on his flashlight. The camera in the room suddenly started blinking as he looked at it, and it quickly went off. Puzzled, he left the dining area, walking past the very curtains he use to sit near by.

The office was trashed, as if someone was looking for something. Papers were scattered, a few were even torn. Michael picked them up and placed them back on his desk. With a sigh he sat back down. He looked over at the pad, oddly still at the camera he left it. He did one quick look through them all, and nothing seemed off.

Five o'clock came around, with nothing eventful. To pass the hours Michael drew on a few pieces of paper, rough sketches, nothing interesting, all except for the one he was working on now. Picking his head up from the drawing he put his attention on his pad, doing one last sweep of the cameras. Nothing broken, nothing missing. The attention switched back to the drawing, as six crept up. He was tired, his shift was over. Michael put the pad on the charging dock, and locked away the drawings in his desk. "An easy day today was", he thought to himself as he left the office. "Hopefully tomorrow will be the same too."

Michael took the long way to the entrance, taking one last look at the cove, smiled a bit, then went his way. He waited outside until the day crew came, then left for home, tired, but yet not worn out. The walk home was anything but long, but it felt like a mile to him. Grabbing for his keys, something fell out of his pocket. What this object was, no one can say, not even Michael himself, as he closed the door.

Morning became night as Michael got ready for work. He was in a bit of a rush as he overslept, no time for eating at home. He figured to himself he'd just grab a bite at the cafeteria and headed out the door. His foot stepped on something with a crinkle, and he looked down suddenly. It was a sheet of paper with a crude, child like drawing of a boy and a red figure. Not knowing what exactly to do with this he folded it back up and placed it in his pocket, unknowing that just earlier today was where it rested.

The walk didn't seem as long today with the building just in view, almost late. He didn't see the old man today, as why would he? The lights inside the building were thankfully left on making his trip to the cafeteria a safe one, but only to find out the doors to it were locked. Defeated he slugged to his office and plopped down on the chair. Looking around the room he let the environment sink in before grabbing his pad. "Time to get to work, I guess." he said to no one.

Night two started to a slow start, flicking through the cameras, doodling here and there. A few hours passed, and nature ended up calling to him. He made a mad dash to the restroom and went about his business. He could have sworn he heard the sound of metal banging, but shrugged it off. The building was showing age, just ambiance he assumed. Figuring to not waste any more time in the bathroom he hurried up to the office. To his surprise, something new was sitting on his desk. A single slice of pizza on a plate. Michael moved his head, looking around the room. "Hello?" he shouted in the darkness, but the darkness did not reply back. Sitting back down he reached for the pizza and noticed small movement coming from the pad in the corner of his eye. The movement of drapes, and not just any drapes. He'd worry about that later, he was hungry. The taste wasn't as bad as he remembered, but it wasn't the best, and it'd do for now.