Back in the apartment he looked again at the pictures, trying to focus on them so he wouldn’t worry himself sick. Only then did he realise his chances of being discovered were doubled. If the photo of plastic Christian and plastic Alexander was recent, then either one of them could come home at any time. Hell, plastic Alexander could even be in the apartment at that very moment. After all, he’d only seen plastic Christian leave.
Alexander crept from the main room into a side room, a food preparation room. There was no refrigerator, no oven, and no visible cupboards, but there was a small door, at shoulder height, in the wall. He pulled it open.
“Your allowance has already been delivered. Please wait until this evening.”
The voice was sexless and cold. He continued to explore and found a
