I got out of my bed and walked to the foot of his. His shirt, shoes, pants...his belt was pulled tight, confining him. I couldn't bear it, so I proceeded to remove his shoes, revealing, to my surprise, the GREY DOSSIER. I was not fearful. On the contrary; he needed help and by God that's what I gave him.
I reached for the complimentary bucket of ice on the bureau, and in pouring the ice on the stagnant dress socks a sudden steam began to rise. I took several steps backward, for it was at that point that I began to feel nervous.