The Fourth Floor
The fourth floor is in chaos. Art wanders the hall, set free from its shackles. A hat starts biting your pant leg. A large cubist lady wraps her arm around you and winks. A book flaps its pages at you and beckons you to read it. It's madness. You quickly lose track of Alex.
What do you do?
Wait for Alex
Look for Alex
What do you do?
Wait for Alex
Look for Alex