I swung my legs over the bed and stamped them hard on the ancient linoleum, savoring the sluice of pain that rumbled through my shoulder, my ribs, my collarbone, my right thigh, and other parts of me that were healing well enough so that gradually I'd dropped them out of my inventory.

The ancient linoleum was still cracked and peeling, but I could see no biological stains that would have indicated that a dead body had been rotting here recently.

The ancient linoleum had begun to curl at the corners, exposing the rotting wood beneath.

Through holes in the ancient linoleum, Wili could see into the wrecks of rooms and hallways below.

The kitchen was tight and tidy, just as she'd left it this morning, the ancient speckled linoleum clean and dry.

She heard the unmistakable sound of cop shoes slapping against ancient linoleum, and continued to stare out her window.

The ancient linoleum may have been a color at one time, but decades of shuffling longshoremen and fishmongers have erased any evidence.

A maintenance droid was busily mopping up the ancient linoleum.

The harsh glare brought out every crack, every buckle in the ancient linoleum.

It is now a picturesque gaggle of studio spaces, with ancient linoleum coming up off even more ancient pine floors and with puddles of clay, paint and other materials everywhere.