One of the men in white robes turned and stared at the door, in my direction. He was wearing a white mask, the theatre kind, and the comedy version. My heart skipped a little. All of the men in the room are wearing white theatre masks, some comedy, some tragedy.
He seemed to notice my presence. But no, after a huge long stare at the door, not me, he turned back and looked intently at the table right in front of him. A long metal platform. There were about eight men at the table, all busy with whatever was on the table.
Room 708 looked very much like a surgery room, very minimal though. Men in white robes, let’s just call them doctors. Those assisting them with the equipment were in white robes too. No other forms of differentiation at all. They are probably all doctors, just different levels of seniority.
The equipment were all kept in metal box cupboards with wheels. And nothing else significant, at all.
I closed the door, very carefully again. There will surely be an empty room. Somewhere down the long walk…