“To your right you’ll spot one of our thousands of windows… how many windows, you ask? Well, I mean, literally no one has bothered to count them all, so let’s just give it a rough estimate of, say, 8,888…”

The Narrator paused, watching his inkblot guest pull what appeared to be a fully-functioning ladder from a toolbox. He cleared his throat.

“In a shocking display of rudeness, our guest decided to interrupt the poor Narrator during the – need I mention? – complementary tour… Seriously, what are you doing? If you keep this up you’ll miss my lecture on narrative tropes in video gaming, and that’s the best part.”

Oh. A narrator. That explained a lot.

The Repairman paused for thought. He did wonder how a Narrator alone caused cracks all throughout this area, but he needed to get this done first.

After a momeent, he slowly lowered the ladder back into the toolbox, put the toolbox behind his back, and pulled out a beaten-up ballpoint pen and a crumpled-up sheet of paper. After some furious scribbling, he had a note (written in chicken-scratch, and with several smears, but a note nonetheless). He placed it on the nearest desk face-up, so any passerby could easily see it and read:

To Whom It May Concern:

I appreciate the (automated?) tour. I don’t often get tours when I visit places.

But it’s not why I’m here.

I am the Fourth Wall Repairman, and I’ve noticed a lot of [[several words crossed off to the point of illegibility]] issues with this area. I am curious as to how this is, as there is no one here, and that made me wonder more about this office. But, again, I have my priorities. I will be more than happy to be shown around, but please understand if I make a detour every so often.

Thank you.

P.S. I’m sorry for not talking to you directly. I hope you understand.