"No, not like...personal items," Paul replied, shaking his head, talking in a low voice - just going along with the buzz of the place. No one paid him any mind. "So your Macbook is safe. I mean, you walk through the hallways and turn a corner then when you go back, the same corner's not there." He realized it sounded batshit crazy, he knew that. But it was what he had experienced.
He studied the menu too, although he was sure he'd end up with black coffee - no cream and no sugar. In fact, that was exactly what he ordered, then stepped back to let Vince dazzle the friendly coffee shop employee. "Maybe I'm just imagining things," he said, rubbing his forehead. "Anyway, back to the Satan worshipping and sacrificial virgins." So said Paul, the dorkiest of dorks.