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It was dark when Joe awoke. His head had been resting on his forearms. He was hunched forward on the drafting table, still sitting on the stool. Marta was gone, and so was her sandwich. Joe’s sandwich was on the floor where he had left it.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He wasn’t sure how long he had been asleep, but he didn’t really care because his shoulders felt wonderful. I’ll have to ask her to do that again, he told himself.
Joe stood and looked out the window. Seeing that there weren’t any people outside, he decided that now would be a good time to look around and do what exploring he could. Even if there were nothing to find, at least he’d know a little more about the site.
He checked one more time to make sure no one was watching, then reached to open the door. The handle wouldn’t budge. Joe swore softly as he realized that he was locked in again.
Joe stared at the doorknob. The inevitable questions came to his mind: Had Marta locked him in? If she had, was she just following directions, or was she in on all of this, too? How much did she really know? Joe refused to accept the possibility that Marta might have intentionally deceived him. Even with all the strange things that had happened, there had to be a logical explanation.