Cracking the Windtraps

[McNeo]

Juan Montoya was just arriving at his city apartments. This particular residence was in a small spaceport, quite a while away from Crete's largest city. It was also a small harbour town, on the edge of one of the few small seas that graced Crete's surface.

Getting off the shuttle, he stepped in the direction of his apartment. Nursing his sprained and lightly bandaged hand as he went, he barely paid attention to the soft sea breeze brushing against the side of his face.

Once he arrived, he was confronted by his door.
But he was much more interested at what was on his door than the key he needed to open it.

"What's this rag?! Who in the world would've nailed this to my door?"

He pulled the quilt off his door with his uninjured hand and eyed it closely. It was dirty, but it didn't look worn. The seams were still tight, and only the dust prevented him from making it out.

"Oh well. I'll just wash it..."

He slung the quilt under his arm and put his hand on the door handle.

"Oh yeah, the key!"

Feeling his pockets for his keys and keycards, he fumbled about for a little bit. Soon, his hands were searching, ever more desperately, for his unlocking mechanisms.

"Crap..."

He desperately searched his pockets one last time.

"... For pete's sake!"

Keeping the dirtied quilt under his arm, he trudged angrily back to the shuttle-stop. He needed to find his keys. As he stepped on to the shuttle again, he remembered where they were; on his workdesk in his villa.