[color=f26522]“Keys.”[/color] Marcus muttered to himself, and continued, [color=f26522]“Keys, keys, keys, keys.”[/color]

He patted his pockets, back pockets, coat pockets and then finally his back pockets again just to make sure. He’d been at a friend’s after work, feathers ruffled and out of place, and hadn’t quite had enough time to completely sober up and swayed gently from side to side.

Marcus stared up at the sky, the clouds rolling with a calm threat of rain, and tried to remember where he put his keys with a thoughtful noise. With a backpack full of shopping and another bag by his feet Marcus didn’t like the idea of being locked out until someone came to let him in. He snapped his fingers as he remembered,

[color=f26522]“Aha!” [/color]

He’d put his keys in his backpack for safe keeping. The tumblers turned loudly in the lock, old and but sturdy like much of the building, and Marcus stepped into the lobby with his shopping in hand. He nudged the door closed with his foot whilst completely forgetting his keys were still in the lock.

There was no post for him, [color=f26522]“darn it”[/color], other than bills and with nothing else of interest he continued on his way.

[color=f26522]“Mornin’” [/color]He nodded to Devon, and another up to Felix further up the hall, as he passed by. [color=f26522]“How’s you doing?”[/color]

He stopped suddenly, mid stride, and stared at the clock, squinting through the headache at the large hands.

[color=f26522]“It’s Thursday right?”[/color]