The note crinkled and shuddered in his hands as if trying to decide from what perspective it was being read, after a moment words that might be considered legible scrawled across the page
My apologies, I had to borrow the vacuum to clear up the mess made by the gardener in the North West attic under the reverse Koi pond next Saturday.
-Frank the Janitor
Frank muttered angrily
“Oh bollocks I turned left at Thursday instead of right”
He looked at the eight arched windows that were the walls of the room and frowned
“Now what was the rhyme for getting out of here, seven laps clockwise from the north, six counter from you’re new location, now keep stepping left and enter the fourth? That’s a bloody awful rhyme and poor directions to boot”
He moved about the room and finally turned his back on a window, closing his eyes he stepped backwards and hoped he had the right window.