He went to the door and gave the password. Then he went inside. An inexplicable awkwardness niggled at the back of his mind. Hadn't something happened to him earlier? No... Not that he could remember. It must just be one of those sensations -- like déjà vu.
Everything was fine.
The man slipped a surreptitious hand into his pocket and felt the syringe. He wasn't sure why it was there, but that didn't matter.
Everything was fine...