The main office.

Dago wandered near the main office. This was Marian’s office, which also held a decent sized apartment. This was also were Dago stayed, though a very kind gesture of Marian’s. His hand strayed toward the doorknob, but shot back. It was basically his home, too, so he wouldn’t have any problems crossing the threshold, but he wasn’t sure if Marian was there or not.

Usually Dago didn’t care if he knocked or not, and Marian never seemed to mind. He hadn’t complained about it, at least. The past few months of Dago’s sentence, he’d been a bit more distant than normal, so Dago was a bit hesitant to assume anything.