Time Traveler

I reach a landing one floor below. This does not look like what I expected. It looks modern, with gleaming metallic materials covering the walls and recessed lighting. There is another hall. At the end is another door and a sign reading "Conference Room." The door is open. I approach carefully. My confidence is shaken. I stop to listen outside the door.

"Don't just stand there. Come in," a man's voice calls out.