There is no doorman at the building when I arrive, around two in the morning.

I slide the card across the receiver; the pad glows green and I am allowed inside, the door sighing with me as it falls closed behind. The lobby is devoid of any distinguishing features.

I take the stairs.

At Rémi's floor, I pause, and contemplate the possibility of watching myself walk up (and then back down) two more flights of stairs, of executing Rémi's prophecy in full; but I decline, and I open the door marked "FOUR" in large block letters, step through.

The routine repeats itself, and when the green glow washes over my hand, I push forward.

Here, I am.
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