[He moves himself around the furniture, not seeing anything that immediately stood out to him. So he continues to move to the center of the room, staring at the cake. Dang that's old. He blinks, seeing the unmoving figure in the the seat, coming into view. A celebration, meant for them?] ... [But why does any of this matter? He glances around the room again, realizing something. Was there only the door to the bathroom and no other visible paths?]
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