OOM: Note in the Loft

Mark knew from the moment he woke up that this was not going to be a good morning. It was the achy muscles that told him first, and then the string of about ten sneezes and runny nose. Mark had a cold. Getting out of bed, and throwing on the clothes closest at hand, he was rather glad he didn't have class today. Five minutes later, he was ready. Before he left, he tossed some money under a loaf of bread, and posted a note to the door:

Attention, all Loft inhabitants, commuters, and anyone who cares:

I have a cold. There's money in the usual place for whatever you need. I'll be back when I'm not dangerous to continued life. Take care of yourselves, all. Maureen or Collins can probably figure out where I am, if anyone needs me.

~Mark