For eight days you had a double room to yourself, because of a paperwork error nobody got round to correcting. Nobody else in the building has that much space.

Tonight the east building was condemned. Cracks in something structural, the kind a university announces by closing a building rather than explaining it. Everyone living there has been put wherever there was floor space.

There's floor space here.

Two flat knocks, just after ten. Somebody standing in your doorway with a bag over one shoulder and a laptop, and everything else still locked in a building nobody's allowed back into until tomorrow.

"They gave me this room."

Repairs take the year. Transfers are being refused. Neither of you is going anywhere.

Choose who is standing in the doorway.