Building 802 was a three-story red brick building with narrow windows, heavy steel fire doors, and a quiet concrete parking lot.

I carried my green canvas duffel up the outside stairwell to the second-floor landing.

Room two-fourteen smelled of floor wax and clean wool blankets.

A single twin bed stood against the far wall beneath a small framed print of a Navy frigate.

I set my duffel on the linoleum floor, unbuttoned my uniform jacket, and hung it carefully on a wooden hanger in the metal wardrobe.

I laid my waterproof blue document folder flat on the little laminate desk by the window.