Porter Lawrence stood at the door trying to squelch the feeling of apprehension churning in his stomach. Glancing up the street and then down the street he could see nothing, nothing that helped him feel any more at ease. He reached into his pocket, carefully opened the crumpled piece of paper the man had handed him, and looked at the address written on the blank page. He then looked back at the door where the only marking he could find was the word, "No."
Biting his lower lip he pensively reached down to the doorknob, turned it slowly and opened the door. Taking a deep breath he stepped inside and looked around. He stood on a stark white floor surrounded by four white walls and overhead he saw a white ceiling. Although it was light, there were no visible light fixtures anywhere; he did see a small window in one of the walls. Just beneath the window was some writing he could not quite read.
Porter walked over to the window and although the writing under the window was larger, it was still very difficult to read, with the letters overlapping one another, some so faint they seemed to blend into the surroundings. Leaning down he took the time to read it in detail. He spoke the words as he read, "Doctor Real." Though the window he could see a room nearly identical to the one he was in, except there were two people in the room, a man and a woman. Both were naked, the man was sitting in a chair and the woman kneeled in front of him. The people were turned so Porter could see the man's face and even though the woman's back was turned to him, he saw she looked familiar.
