William stood in front of the building written on the napkin, scratching the back of his head in bewilderment. He had been expecting a house—perhaps an old townhouse, maybe a cramped apartment in a busy part of the city… but certainly not this.
Before him rose a neat, slightly old-fashioned structure with a plaque by the entrance:
"Nursing Home."
"Wait. What?" he muttered, blinking twice as if the letters might vanish if he only stared long enough. But no—the words stayed firmly in place, and along with them came a creeping sense of absurdity.
