He would land near the door, this brave man. Ms. Jenkins would scream at him that he was fired, but he’d laugh at her and shout that he couldn’t be fired because he quit. But Linus Baker was a soft man with a heart longing for home. And so he went as quietly as he’d arrived. He picked up his briefcase, opening it on his desk. He placed the photograph inside lovingly before closing it. There were no more files to smuggle out of DICOMY. He had everything he needed. He took a deep breath. And began to walk through the aisles toward the exit.
