There was an eerie silence in the dorm [... in] the factory. … The lamp glowed in his bureau, warm and reassuring and, through the window, I could see his papers strewn across the desk. … I called his name again. A movement from his bureau. … I banged on his door until it opened a crack[. ...] He pushed me out onto the staircase. "Get out," he screamed. The door to his bureau slammed in my face.