I fling open the door to the stairwell after flashing my tenant badge at the front desk.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 1.

2 steps at a time, then a single.

Hmm... That makes 13 steps per flight.

I thought they were superstitious and didn't make things like that in buildings.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 1.

One floor down, 4 to go.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 1.

Why do I have to count every step?

If I try to stop, even my breaths sound like numbers.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 1.

Let's try to move faster, I'm already late.

1, 2, 3, 4, almost trip, 1.

Okay, 3 steps at a time is not a good idea.

3rd floor.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13.

Landing, turn, next flight.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13.

Okay, singles are a lot more effort.

Maybe a little faster, but too much exertion.

Almost there! Finally.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 1.

I grab the door, but it won't open.

Crap! Again?!

Suddenly, it opens. Someone comes through.

Quick! Grab it.

"Thanks," I mumble.

Fast-walk down the hall, into the room.

Where is that planner?

It's not in my bag, so maybe it's in the desk. Or in that pile over there.

Did I forget it somewhere? What if I just overlooked it in my bag?

...

There it is!

I grab the planner.

Is it too late to bother going to class at this point?

Maybe I should stay here and just try next time.

Didn't I do that last week?

If I miss too many classes, it'll be harder to go back.

What will they say when I finally show up?

But being late is worse than not going.

What do I do?!

And which building was it?

The planner says the far one.

That's a long walk.