Wednesday December 4, 2002:
Guess who needed my help today dear diary? That’s right, none other than dear old Dr Kleiner. Why? Exactly the same reason as before: locked himself out. This is the genius playing dice with the universe, I ask you.
I’m just bellyaching diary. Truth be told, I was pretty happy to see him again. Gordon was with me running the Hazard Course, and I was quite glad to have an excuse to miss out my turn. Gordon rolled his eyes when I told him where I was going and followed me. He asked how I’d managed to get him out last time, and I told him about my vent trick. Freeman was pretty interested in that.
We reached the hall outside Kleiner’s office to find him scribbling on the walls in pencil – a long string of numbers and letters that beat the hell out of me.
“Ah Barney,” he said when he saw me, “I knew I could rely on you! Though I’m loathe to admit this, I’m afraid I’ve found myself in yet another ignominious predicament.”
“Let me guess Doc,” I smiled, “The keys?”
“Precisely!” he said, shaking his head. “Blast those keys! They seem to continually retard my work.”
“I’ll get the crowbar,” I said. I’d left it behind a vending machine nearby last time. I’d had a feeling then that I’d need it again. Seems I was right.
“Hello Gordon,” said Kleiner as I rummaged around behind the machine. “Are you and Mr Calhoun already acquainted?”
Gordon said that we were, and that I was a pretty good personal trainer.
“Indeed, Barney is a veritable knight errant amongst his peers,” Kleiner said. “I’m glad to see that he and my protégé are so amiable.”
It took much less time to worm my way back into Kleiner’s office and open the door. I said goodbye and Gordon began copying the scribblings on the wall onto Kleiner’s blackboard.