I returned to Koreatown to try to find my room key. After retracing my tracks, I stopped in to ask a friendly copper at the koban (police box), revisited Tully`s as they were closing up, and finally called in at the station master`s office. Nobody knew anything.
Returning to Nishiogikubo empty-handed, I was preparing to kip on the couch. Then as the train pulled in to my station, I saw it – my room key – lying on the edge of the platform. It must have stuck it out there alone for over 7 hours. Finding the mighty key, glinting under the platform lighting, felt like a miracle. If mighty key has a religion, I`m a believer.