Instead, Dale walked towards the door before it occurred to him that he ought to put more clothes on first. He pulled the rumpled sheet off his bed and wrapped it around himself as he had the day before. Hopefully they’ll give me back my clothes soon. Maybe once they’re ready to let me out of here. He went back to the door and put his hand on the handle. Finally, he cracked it open, letting the soft light of the hallway wash into the room.