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    A long steep stairs with uncountable steps rising up in my viewport. Weight at my backpack certainly pushing me back from lifting suitcase up. However, my guilt as owner of the suitcase forcing me to carry the suitcase up by myself. Finally, guiltiness overcome my laziness. Grabbing the handle on top of the suitcase and starts my heavily lifting procedures with Benson’s hand on the door. Crashes between my hard surface of the suitcase and the strong rough material of the steps, creating a series of banging sequences, loud and annoyed. However, it is inevitable.


    White walls with a light brown wooden handle above me demonstrating this is the first part of the challenge. Suddenly, weight has been reduced on the bottom of the suitcase, my ambition on completed the first part of the steps preventing me checking on the back. Feet on the final which is the flat surface for resting temporary, using all my strength to drag the suitcase up and placing it on surface, adjust my breathing sequence from chaos to normal while looking at the supporter behind me. As expectation, Benson is assisting me and following me until finishing the lifting.


    Moving the suitcase to another side of the flat surface for another steep stair. As the first person in the queue, my position is a leader of the lifting, giving notice for starting by dragging the handle up. White as empty as ceiling coming in my eyesight, sign of the arrival of the second floor, motivating me to speed up my feet on climbing up stair. Finally, spacious area with random unopened boxes on the one side with a rectangular giant mirror on the other conveying we have arrived successfully.


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    Pulling my suitcase with handle for space to Benson step up. Visually investigating around this new strange environment and giving an opportunity to both of us working on the breathing sequence after a two sections of anaerobic exercises. Benson walking passing me and leading me to the room through the cramped corridor.


    With the assistance of natural light from window opposite the corridors, it helps us showing any obstacles on the corridor. Suitcase has been abandoned nearer the stair where the chaotic boxes locating. Although natural light are dimmed, it allowed me to see the back area of floor are separated by three rooms with its own door. Benson steps into the first room and bright light coming from bulb inside the room wakes me up from dimming grey area in corridor. Also, intensive white light reflecting by the colour of the wall, showing furniture inside the room such as table, shelf and bed. White sheet cover mattress of the bed. Folders and paperwork in the shelf. Although there is a lamp on the drawer next to bed, pillows and duvet are disappeared. Bedroom is not the vocabulary while study room is the word to describe the purpose of the room.


    Silence interrupted by Benson’s words while dropping my backpack on the table.


    ‘This room has been used for ages since Gigi’s brother left. I will show you around tomorrow. Just settle down here first.’ He said.


    My head nodded as respond yes to Benson and his feet begins to move away to exit the room. Volume of sounds sequence from interaction Benson’s feet and the surface of stair begins to drop down and ends with a bang of door closing. Quiet returns here. Brain is blank of ideas after viewing the surrounding and notices there is some papers on the table as well. Asking myself internally of what to do next. Blankness in brain and refreshing memory back to lifting suitcase from the stair on the ground. Suggesting me unpack my suitcase.