An hour later Ken reappears back at the vending machines, but there is no sign of Boris.

Anxiously he checks his fob watch.

With no apparent plan, he begins to walk up and down the corridor, repeatedly looking through the door glass and out the windows.

Three long minutes pass.

Suddenly, he hears a familiar squeaking sound, getting closer and closer. Then a thud on the door, and a foot poke’s through.
‘Are you going to help me or what!’
‘Where have you been? You were meant to stay here. That was the plan………. I was about to head back to base without you!’

Boris parked the chair against the wall and casually applied the brake.

‘Relax. Everything’s fine. Don’t get those little pink panties of yours in a twist.’
‘Firstly: I’m not wearing pink panties, I just have my ordinary Y-fronts on, and secondly: Where did you get that...