C. Vanish.
I get up, annoyed I might add, and go to the door. I see Gordon in his black leather jacket, head down, with his arm pressed against the door. I turn on the light and open the door.
Gordon is gone.
Standing in the doorway, in a black jacket, a man looks up from the ground sharply. It's startling.
Samuel L. Jackson is at the door. "We need to talk..."
THE END.
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