Lockup Number 0037 was the largest one in the complex, ground floor and in a corner. Despite being on the other side of the building from the entrance, it should've been popular.
But it was locked. Successive owners of the building were told of the mysterious man who'd turned up on the opening day and rented it for twenty-five years, paid for in full, in advance. How he was clear it was not to be disturbed.
Every owner did so, until twenty-five years later, when it was opened, and the mysterious man's corpse and his malfunctioned time machine were found.
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