I turned away from the window in tears and headed towards The Terrible Unisex Bathroom I never got to bone Architect in. Yogapants was in my path, and stopped me when he saw that I was crying. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to confiscate any cutting-yourself utensils if you're going to go in there and cut yourself," he said as I pushed passed him.
In the Terrible Unisex Bathroom, I sat on the toilet in my jeans and wept. I couldn't imagine anything I had wanted to say to Architect passing my lips without transforming me into The Whore in 2-R, and so I hadn't said them.
Yogapants was kind to me the remainder of the afternoon, which I appreciated. He asked if he could help me move this, or lift that. I accepted. And as I walked about the building saying my goodbyes, several people hauled off and hugged me. "I'll miss this face in the morning!" one of them said, "But don't be sad. You probably didn't want to move here either, and look how it turned out. Now think of who you'll meet downtown."
Who will I meet downtown?