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"…Henry? It's me, Sam! Are you in there?" He put his ear to the door… He could very faintly hear the hum of a bathroom fan. Maybe it was the kitchen fan? Either way, someone had to be home.
"Henry!" He knocked again. No response.
He could be busy, that was a logical response. But for this long?
The sinking feeling in his stomach was logical, but he trusted his intuition more than his logic. He knocked louder, before he started to turn the doorknob.
Sam tried to open the door, but he had no luck, and his worries were starting to rise. What if Henry was sick? What if he was hurt? He was vulnerable and isolated, and while he didn't want to think about it…
Sam whipped around to see a tall man with a toolbox and a battered-up white shirt under a jacket. His expression was unreadable, and he was slightly unnerved by his sudden appearance. Sam hadn't even heard his footsteps.
"Who are you? Do you know who lives here?" Sam asked the stranger tentatively.
The stranger gave a single nod. "Neighbor. Move."
"The…? Oh. I remember you... You're from the diner off 2nd Street. Is that right?" Sam moved aside, though he was still rather unsettled by him. Even when the stranger set his toolbox down and had his back turned, Sam could sense some serious tension emanating from him.
The stranger took a small tension wrench and a wire out of his toolbox, and after closely inspecting the lock, he moved to the tiny gap between the door and frame. The bolt moved with a resounding click.
"He tried to deadlock the door, but it wasn't pushed all the way in," The stranger said. He then picked the other lock, and finally, the door was pushed open.
It concerned Sam that Henry's neighbor could easily lockpick his door, but the moment the door was opened, his concerns shifted towards Henry. With a brief thank you, he quickly made his way inside. The stranger brought his toolbox and followed close behind.
