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"At least now you remember his name." "Whatever." The glass doors slide open as we enter the hotel lobby. There is a young caucasian man working the front desk, plaid sportsjacket, shades of brown, black and grey, and a pale yellow shirt with a narrow dark blue tie. His wavy hair is a bit long, dirty blond and swept back behind his ears. "We are here for Erik Sorensen." Without bothering to look at the screen he snaps peevishly, "he is in quaranteen. He won't be out till the twenty- eighth. "He was supposed to be discharged yesterday, he came in Tuesday, I believe." "He is under special supervision and must be held here fourteen days." "He will be leaving today", says a male voice from behind. I turn around to see the same transwoman I saw yesterday in the café...