Okay, don't panic. Fear is the mind killer. Fear is the small something and all that sort of thing. (Cynthia had brought a book to read while she waited, you see.) This is only a disaster if nobody has dropped any change on the floor. It's a longshot, but can it really be less likely than finding yourself in the communal laudrey room naked?
Cynthia glanced around. Nothing obvious. Of course, if there was anything to find it would probably have rolled under one of the machines or somewhere like that. She got down on the floor and put her face on the ground and began to squint under the washing machine, looking for some glint which might indicate a lost coin. The floor was grubby, but she was too preoccupied to notice.
It was as she was on her hands and knees with her bottom high in the air aimed at the door that...
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