He didn’t ask himself who Jennifer was to him. It wouldn’t have made any difference anyway, it could be a Roger or a Taylor next for all he knew. 

His appetite now gone, he excused himself for a moment, pretending he had to take a phone call and promising to delve into the subject of phase two when he returned, and made his way out the door, relieved to hear the muzak chiming softly in the background.

He wrote the new destination on the panel under the other three and gaped incredulously when he read the composite: 

inside the wall

the blue world

duplicates

phase two holographic game

“It’s a language?” he laughed out loud. “Does it read top to bottom or bottom to top?”

Strange, the assumptions we make about unfamiliar things, we automatically dump them in the closest category that seems to fit, without ever looking at what they really are.