The White Balloon Mystery

Late shift. He walked in, holding a single white balloon. Snow falling hard.

Something felt deeply wrong. I watched him for ten minutes, just staring at

Unit 312. He finally opened it. Inside, a broken monitor,

cards, a frame, a recorder. He arranged everything. Then,

pressed play. His whole body went rigid. Thirty seconds later, he stopped it.

He started throwing everything into a trash bag, everything but one thing.

He wiped the glass, staring at it, before placing it back carefully.

He tied the balloon to the handle, and left without a word.