Book Five, Chapter 117: A Short Rest
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"Man, this place is a dump," Bobby said as we walked through the neglected historical building that would one day be the museum we worked at. "But there are no vagrants here. I checked the whole place."
We could barely see as we walked around. The windows were all still shuttered in 2010.
"I don't know. Looks pretty much the same to me," Logan said. "If anything, the wind doesn't whistle through the walls quite as loud."
The building wasn't exactly a wreck, but it was dusty, and there was all kinds of detritus on the floor—all evidence of what these rooms had been used for in the past. From the tiny courthouse to the police station, from back when Carousel wore short pants, the place held a lot of history.
"Are we safe here?" Anna asked. "Is there someone that might show up?"
"I don't think so, sweetie," Kimberly said. "This is pretty much how it looked when we started renovations, so as far as I know, not many people come through here between now and then."
We made our way through the building, looking for a room that was at least habitable. The office was a mess. We settled on staying in the courthouse side of the building because it was the best sealed off and had less stuff on the floor.
As we entered, we all gravitated toward that same alcove where we had fatefully found those videotapes. I filmed the bricks that were still stacked neatly and tightly.